| There’s a yellow rose of Texas
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| That I am going to see,
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| No other fellow knows her,
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| No other, only me.
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| She cried so when I left her,
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| It like to break my heart,
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| And if I ever find her
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| We never more will part.
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| She’s the sweetest rose of color
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| A fellow ever knew,
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| Her eyes are bright as di’monds,
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| They sparkle like the dew.
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| You may talk about your dearest May
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| and sing of Rosa Lee,
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| But the Yellow Rose of Texas
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| Beats the belles of Tennessee.
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| Oh, now I’m going to find her,
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| For my heart is full of woe,
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| And we’ll sing the song together,
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| That we sung long ago;
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| We’ll play the bajo gaily,
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| and we’ll sing the songs of yore,
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| And the Yellow Rose of Texas
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| Shall be mine forevermore. |