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 will part.
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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 so. [bad word] 

Oh my feet are torn and bloody, and 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 General (or Bobby) Lee, 
But the gallant Hood of Texas. He played [bad word] in Tennessee. 
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