The Rose of Allendale
The 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 decked the mountainside And fragrance filled the vale By far the sweetest flower there Was the Rose of Allendale. Chorus: |: Was the Rose of Allendale :| Repeat last two lines of the verse. | 2. Where'er I wandered, east or west Tho' fate began to sour A solace still was she to me In sorrow's lonely hour When tempests lashed our lonely barque And rent her shiv'ring sails One maiden form withstood the storm 'Twas the Rose of Allendale. Chorus:
3. And when my fever'd lips were parched |