Down in old southern Texas I wandered one day,
Where the tropical sea breezes blow.
I there fell in love with a flower so rare
And they called her the Galveston rose.
Her heart was as true as her blue smiling eyes
And as fair as the lily that grows.
And the finest of gold in no way could compare
With the curls of my Galveston rose.
I grew jealous and falsely accused her one day,
Said her love I no longer should know.
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