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 deck'd the mountain side
and fragrance filled the vale
By far the sweetest flower there
was the Rose of Allendale

Chorus:
Was the Rose of Allendale
Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there
was the Rose of Allendale

Where 'er I wandered, east or west,
tho' fate began to lower
she whispered hopes of happiness
and tales of distant shores
My life would be a wilderness
unblest by fotune's gale
Had fate not linked my lot to hers
the Rose of Allendale