The Rose of Allandale

Oh, the sky was clear and the morn was fair
 Not a breath came over the sea
 When Mary left her highland home
 And wandered forth with me
 Though flowers decked the mountainside
 And fragrance fills the vale
 By far the sweetest flower there
 Was the Rose of Allandale
 Sweet Rose of Allandale
 Sweet Rose of Allandale
 By far the sweetest flower there
 Was the Rose of Allandale
 Where I wandered to the east and to the west
 And fate began to lour
 A solace still was she to me
 In sorrow's lonely hour
 Though tempests wrecked my lonely barque
 And rent the quivering sail
 One maiden's warm withstood the storm
 'Twas the Rose of Allandale
 Sweet Rose of Allandale
 Sweet Rose of Allandale
 One maiden's warm withstood the storm
 'Twas the Rose of Allandale
 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 had been a wilderness
 Unblessed by fortune's gale
 Had fate not linked my lot to her
 Sweet Rose of Allandale
 Sweet Rose of Allandale
 Sweet Rose of Allandale
 Had fate not linked my lot to her
 Sweet Rose of Allandale
 Sweet Rose of Allandale
 Sweet Rose of Allandale
 Had fate not linked my lot to her
 Sweet Rose of Allandale