Oh, the sky was clear, the morning was fair
No breath came over 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
Sweet Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allendale
Where e'er I wandered, to east and to west
And fate began to lour
A solace still was she to me
In sorrow's lonely hour
Oh, tempests lashed my lonely barque
And they rent the quivering sails
One maiden's form withstood the storm
Was the Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
One maiden's form withstood the storm
Was the Rose of Allendale
And when my fever'd lips were parched
On Africa's burning sands
She whispered hopes of happiness
And tales of foreign lands
My life has been a wilderness
Unblessed by fortune's game
Had fate not linked my love to hers
Sweet Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
Had fate not linked my love to hers
Sweet Rose of Allendale