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 filled the vale

But 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'er I wandered to the East and the West and faith began to lougher

A solace still was she to me in sorrow's loneliest hour

Though tempests wrecked my lonely boat and rent my quivering sail

One maiden warm withstood the storm, was the Rose of Allandale.

Sweet Rose of Allandale, sweet Rose of Allandale

One maiden warm withstood the storm, was the Rose of Allandale

And when my fevered lips were parched on Africa's burning sand

She whispered hopes of happiness and tales from foreign lands

My life has been a wilderness unblessed by fortune's gales

'Twas fate that linked my love to her, sweet Rose of Allandale

Sweet Rose of Allandale, sweet Rose of Allandale

'Twas fate that linked my love to her, Rose of Allandale

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