The Galveston Rose (MacEdward Leach)
See also: Sing The Galveston Rose (Bud Davidge)

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 my Galveston Rose.

Her heart was as true as her blue smiling eyes,
As pure as the lily that grows;
But the finest of gold in no way could compare,
With the pearls of my Galveston Rose.

I grew jealous and falsely accused her one day,
Sayin' a love I no longer should know;
You can truly believe me, her little heart cried,
So I left her my Galveston Rose.

Little then did I think that someday I'd repay,
And would weep every sorrow and care;
But as years passed along I grew lonely each day,
For the one I had left waiting there.

So I wrote to my darling and said I was wrong,
I'll return, dear, if you'd only wed;
But soon came the message my flower had died,
And these are the words I had read:

Your sweetheart is peacefully sleeping tonight,
In a grave where the white violets grow;
But enclosed here's the curl that was token of love,
And a note from my Galveston Rose.

I was innocent, dear, though you left me alone,
Remember I loved only you;
But the curl that's enclosed is a leaf from the Rose,
I'll be waiting in heaven for you.

####.... Clarence Eugene "Hank" Snow [1914-1999] of Brooklyn, Nova Scotia (RCA Victor single, 1942) ....####
Collected in 1951 from Cyril O'Brien [ca.1902-?] of Trepassey, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).

A continuation of Hank Snow's original ballad was written and recorded by Bud Davidge as Sing The Galveston Rose (Black And White, trk#11, 2009 CD, SWC Productions, English Harbour West, NL, recorded at Sim's Studio, Belleoram, and distributed by Tidespoint, St John's, NL).

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