Lyrics:

The moon was fair, the sky was clear
No 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 by far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allendale

Sweet Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allendale

Where e'er I wandered to the east or to the west
And fate began to lour
The solace was still she to me
In sorrow's lonely hour
Though tempests wrecked my lonely barque
And they rent the quivering sail
One maiden's form withstood the storm
'Twas the Rose of Allendale

Sweet Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
One maiden's form withstood the storm
Was the Rose of Allendale

It's when my fever'd lips were parched
On Africa burning sands
She whispered hopes of happiness
And tales of foreign lands
My life had been a wilderness
Unblessed by fortune's wheel
Had fate not linked my love to her
Sweet Rose of Allendale

Sweet Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
Had fate not linked my love to hers
The Rose of Allendale