The Rose of Allendale

The morn' was fair, the skies were clear, no breath came oe'r the sea
When Mary left her highland home and wandered forth with me
Tho' flowers decked the mountain side, and fragrance filled the air
By far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Allendale

'Twas the Rose of Allendale, sweet Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Allendale

Where ee'r I wander to the east or by west, tho' faith began to lower
Consoling still was she to me in sorrow's lonely hour
When tempests smashed our gallant barque and rent her shivering sails
One maiden fond withstood the storm, the Rose of Allendale,

'Twas the Rose of Allendale, sweet Rose of Allendale
One maiden fond withstood the storm, the Rose of Allendale

And when my fevered lips were parched on Africa's burning sands
She whispered hopes of happiness and tales of distant lands
My life had been a wilderness unblessed by fortune's gale
Had fate no linked my life to hers, the Rose of Allendale

'Twas the Rose of Allendale, sweet Rose of Allendale
Had faith not linked my life to hers, the Rose of Allendale