Three levels of difficulty: beginning syncopation, intermediate range,
and advanced intervals with a minor seventh So/Fa.
- Grade: Fifth
- Origin: USA – Texas Folk Song, circa. 1858
- Key: A flat Major
- Time: 4/4
- Form: Aa – verse/refrain
- Rhythm: beginners: | ta ta ta ta | ta ta/a ta
| ta ta ta/ ti | syncopation, | ta/a/a ta | ta/a/a ti ti |
- Pitches: intermediate: Mi Fa So La Ti Do Re Mi Fa
- Intervals: advanced: Mi/So (m3), Mi/So/Do/ ascending tonic arpeggio (I, Ab), Mi8\So (m6), So/Mi8 (m6), Re\So (P5), So\Mi/So (m3), So/Fa(m7), Do\So (P4)
- Musical Elements: notes: dotted half, half, dotted quarter, quarter, eighth; pickup beat, syncopation, interval of a minor seventh (So/Fa), melodic rhythm patterns
- Key Words: North American geography: Rio Grande (river); USA history, Texas Folk Lore; Texas love song, fellow, nearly, never part, sweetest rose, diamonds, sparkle, dew, Clementine, Rosalie, flowing, starry skies, quiet summer night, remembers, parted, promised, woe, banjo, gaily, yore, evermore; contractions: there’s (there is), I’m (I am), we’ll (we will), she’s (she is); abbreviation: goin’ (going)
- Recorder: intermediate: introducing high F, syncopation, minor seventh Eb/Db, tonic arpeggio
|1.||There’s a yellow rose of Texas, I’m going back to see,
No other fellow loves her as half as much as me.
She cried so when I left her, it nearly broke my heart,
And when we two shall meet again, we’ll never, never part.
|She’s the sweetest rose in Texas, a fellow ever knew.
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew,
You may talk about your Clementine and sing of Rosalie,
But the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl for me!
|When the Rio Grande is flowing, the starry skies are bright,
She walks along the river in the quiet summer night,
I know that she remembers, When we parted long ago,
I promised to return again, and not to leave her so.
|3.||Oh now I’m goin’ to find her, for my heart is full of woe,
And we’ll sing the songs together, that we sang so long ago.
We’ll play the banjo gaily and we’ll sing the songs of yore,
And the yellow rose of Texas shall be mine for evermore.
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