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An Absolutely Classic, Texan song, now brought into the Universe of the Second Civil War! I had lot's of requests for this song so I hope you enjoy!
Lyrics:
There's a yellow rose of Texas I'm going for to see,
no other soldier knows her, not half as much as 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.
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 winsome maids and sing of Rosalie,
but the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.
Well I’ve joined up with the Texas Guard, the army of my state!
We marched down to the border, and there we made it safe.
Against that storm from Mexico, we all stood firm and true,
And each night as the stars emerged, my thoughts returned to you.
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 winsome maids and sing of Rosalie,
but the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.
In the heart of proud old Houston, we met the federal might,
With grit and Texan courage, we fought into the night.
The echoes of our struggle, under the city's glow,
Yet in the silence between the shots, I missed her soft 'hello'.
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 winsome maids and sing of Rosalie,
but the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.
To the distant fields of Virginia, with the Rangers, I was sent,
Where in those cold, dark trenches, man-y a night was spent.
Amidst the chill and danger, her memory my balm,
I'd hold close to her image, a soothing, peaceful calm.
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 winsome maids and sing of Rosalie,
but the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.
As I trudge through this new war-torn land, her love it is my guide;
Amid each burning sunset's glow, through the en’my tide.
Through smoke and blood and battle cries, one truth remains to be:
That the Yellow Rose of Texas is the only girl for me.
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 winsome maids and sing of Rosalie,
But the Yellow Rose of Texas is the only girl for me.