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It happened many years ago not many people know
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So I’ll tell you the story of a hobo and the rose
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In our town a young man loved this lady fair
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He gave to her a white rose to wear in her hair
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But she in turn gave to him a rose that he would wear
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To prove that their love was true and that they’d always care
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But her father was a rich man the town respected him
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Since the young man was a poor man’s son
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Their chance for love grew dim
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Her father forced upon her another man to wed
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And this put the young man on the tracks so the people said
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He became a hobo in dirty ragged clothes
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But upon the dirty clothes he wore he wore this one white rose
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He traveled far to many towns in his life upon the tracks
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But he never found another love so he decided to come back
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His sweetheart was still married her children numbered five
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And trying to make her house a home she forgot he was alive
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Then one day she saw a crowd gathered by the railroad track
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By the sign of the one white rose she knew that he’d come back
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There she saw a beaten man in dirty ragged clothes
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She only recognized him by the one crushed white rose
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They buried him in a poor man’s grave out on Proper’s Hill
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With no one to mourn him but the lonely whippoorwill
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If you should pass his grave on a warm summer’s night
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You’ll see upon his grave a rose so clear and white
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This is my story always I suppose
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The sad sad story of the hobo and the rose
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A hobo and the rose a hobo and the rose
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