There's a yellow rose in Texas. I'm going home to see.
She loves no other fellows, nobody only me.
Oh! She cried so when I left her, it’s nearly broke my heart.
And if we ever meet again, we'll never drift apart.
She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew;
You may talk about your Clementine, and sing of Rosalee,
But the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl for me.