Copied by permission of FIRTH, POND & CO., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright. There’s a yellow rose in Texas that I am going to see, No other darkey knows her, no darkey 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. CHORUS. She’s the sweetest rose of color this darkey 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 to come back again, and not to leave her so. _Chorus._--She’s the sweetest rose of color, &c. Oh! now I’m going to find her, for my heart is full of woe, And we’ll sing the song together, that we sung so long ago, We’ll play the banjo gayly, and we’ll sing the songs of yore, And the yellow rose of Texas shall be mine forever more. _Chorus._--She’s the sweetest rose of color, &c. Annie Dear, Good Bye! 9 Copied by permission of WM. HALL & SON, 543 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. I’m leaning o’er the gate, Annie, ’Neath the cottage wall; The grey dawn breaks, the hour grows late, I hear the trumpet’s call. I could not brook thy cheek so pale, The sad tear in thine eye,-- This heart which laughs at war might quail, So Annie dear, good-by! This heart which laughs at war might quail, So Annie dear, good-by! I’m marching with the brave, Annie! Far from home and thee, To win renown, perhaps a grave, A glorious one ’twill be! But what so e’er the fate I meet, To conquer, or to die! This heart’s last throb for _thee_ will beat; So Annie dear, good-by! This heart’s last throb for _thee_ will beat; So Annie _dear_, good-by! Darling Rosabel. 10 Copied by permission of FIRTH, POND & CO., 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Softly sigh the winds of evening, Through the lone sequester’d dell, Where in calm and dreamless slumber, Lies our darling Rosabel. Like a flower she bloom’d in beauty, Shedding sweetness all around; Like a flower she droop’d and faded, When we laid her in the ground. CHORUS.