Rose of Allendale

The morn was fair, the skies were clear
No breath came o'er the sea
When Mary left her highland home
And wandered forth with me
Though flowers decked the mountainside
And fragrance filled the vale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allendale.

Was the Rose of Allendale
-Repeat last two lines of the verse.-

Where'er I wandered, east or west
Tho' fate began to sour
A solace still was she to me
In sorrow's lonely hour
When tempests lashed our lonely barque
And rent her shiv'ring sails
One maiden form withstood the storm
'Twas the Rose of Allendale.


And when my fever'd lips were parched
On Afric's burning sands
She whispered hopes of happiness
And tales of distant lands
My life has been a wilderness
Unblest by fortune's gale
Had fate not linked my lot to hers
The Rose of Allendale.