There's a yellow rose in Texas
  That I am going to see.
No other soldier knows her -- 
  No soldier, only me.
She cried so when I left her, 
  It like to broke my heart,
And if I ever find her, 
  We never more shall part. 
 [bad word] She's the sweetest rose of color 
  This soldier ever knew.
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, 
  They sparkle like the dew.
You may talk about your dearest May 
  And sing of Rosa Lee,
But the Yellow Rose of Texas 
  Beats the belles of Tennessee. 

Where the Rio Grande is flowing 
  And the starry skies are bright,
She walks along the river 
  In the quiet summer night.
She thinks, if I remember, 
  When we parted long ago,
I promised [bad word] back again 
  And not to leave her [bad word] 

Oh, now I'm going to find her, 
  For my heart is full of woe,
And we'll sing the song together 
  That we sang so long ago.
We'll play the banjo gaily, 
  And we'll sing the songs of yore,
And the Yellow Rose of Texas 
  Shall be mine forever [bad word] 
Oh, now I'm headed southward, 
  For my heart is full of woe.
I'm going back to Georgia 
  To find my Uncle Joe.
You may talk about your Beauregard 
  And sing of Bobby Lee,
But the gallant Hood of Texas, 
  He played [bad word] in [bad word]