There’s an Emerald Rose in Texas
The fairest that I’ve seen
A red-haired lass from Dublin
With eyes of flashin’ green.
You may think your sweet colleen
Should be the next Rose of Tralee
But the Emerald Rose of Texas
Is the only girl for me!
My girl’s a native Texan
But she’s Irish through and through
She can trace her family tree way back
To Brian O’Boru.
She wins when she plays horseshoes and
She wins when she throws darts.
She’ll kiss your cheeks and black your eyes
And steal away your hearts.
She dances with the poodleheads
At every Irish fest
And then she rides the rodeo
Where she’s among the best.
She plays her grandpa’s fiddle
And a whistle made of brass
She’s got ten oil wells on her ranch
And two for natural gas!