The Rose of Allandale
The morn was fair,
the skies were clear
No breath come o'er the sea
When Mary lefl her highland home
And wandered forth with me.
Though
flowers deck' d the mountainside
And fragrance
filled the vale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the rose of Allandale
Was the rose ofAllendale
Was the rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the rose ofAllandale
.
Where'er I wandered, east or west
Tho' fate began to lour
A
solace still she was to me
In sorrows lonely hour
When tempests lashed our lonely barque
And rent her shiv'ring sail
One maiden form withstood the storm
Twas
the Rose of Allandale
Chorus
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 wild'erness
Unblest by fortunes gale;
Had fate not linked my lot to hers
The Rose of Allandale
Chorus
