| The moon was bright, the night was clear
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| No breeze came over the sea
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| When Mary left her highland home
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| And wandered forth with me
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| The flowers be-decked the mountainside
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| And fragrance filled the vale
|
| But by far the sweetest flower there
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| Was the Rose of Allendale
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| Oh the Rose of Allendale
|
| Sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| By far the sweetest flower there
|
| Was the Rose of Allendale
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| Where e’er I wandered east or west
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| Though fate began to lour
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| A solace still was she to me
|
| In sorrow’s lonely hour
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| When tempests lashed our lonely barque
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| And rent her quivering sail
|
| One maiden’s form withstood the storm
|
| 'Twas the Rose of Allendale
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| Oh sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| Sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| One maiden’s form withstood the storm
|
| 'Twas the Rose of Allendale
|
| And when my fever’d lips were parched
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| On Afric’s burning sands
|
| She whispered hopes of happiness
|
| And tales of distant lands
|
| My life has been a wilderness
|
| Unblessed by fortune’s wheel
|
| Had fate not linked my love to hers
|
| The Rose of Allendale
|
| Oh sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| Sweet Rose of Allendale |
| Had fate not linked my love to hers
|
| The Rose of Allendale The moon was bright, the night was clear
|
| No breeze came over the sea
|
| When Mary left her highland home
|
| And wandered forth with me
|
| The flowers be-decked the mountainside
|
| And fragrance filled the vale
|
| But by far the sweetest flower there
|
| Was the Rose of Allendale
|
| Oh the Rose of Allendale
|
| Sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| By far the sweetest flower there
|
| Was the Rose of Allendale
|
| Where e’er I wandered east or west
|
| Though fate began to lour
|
| A solace still was she to me
|
| In sorrow’s lonely hour
|
| When tempests lashed our lonely barque
|
| And rent her quivering sail
|
| One maiden’s form withstood the storm
|
| 'Twas the Rose of Allendale
|
| Oh sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| Sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| One maiden’s form withstood the storm
|
| 'Twas the Rose of Allendale
|
| And when my fever’d lips were parched
|
| On Afric’s burning sands
|
| She whispered hopes of happiness
|
| And tales of distant lands
|
| My life has been a wilderness
|
| Unblessed by fortune’s wheel
|
| Had fate not linked my love to hers |
| The Rose of Allendale
|
| Oh sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| Sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| Had fate not linked my love to hers
|
| The Rose of Allendale The moon was bright, the night was clear
|
| No breeze came over the sea
|
| When Mary left her highland home
|
| And wandered forth with me
|
| The flowers be-decked the mountainside
|
| And fragrance filled the vale
|
| But by far the sweetest flower there
|
| Was the Rose of Allendale
|
| Oh the Rose of Allendale
|
| Sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| By far the sweetest flower there
|
| Was the Rose of Allendale
|
| Where e’er I wandered east or west
|
| Though fate began to lour
|
| A solace still was she to me
|
| In sorrow’s lonely hour
|
| When tempests lashed our lonely barque
|
| And rent her quivering sail
|
| One maiden’s form withstood the storm
|
| 'Twas the Rose of Allendale
|
| Oh sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| Sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| One maiden’s form withstood the storm
|
| 'Twas the Rose of Allendale
|
| And when my fever’d lips were parched
|
| On Afric’s burning sands
|
| She whispered hopes of happiness
|
| And tales of distant lands
|
| My life has been a wilderness |
| Unblessed by fortune’s wheel
|
| Had fate not linked my love to hers
|
| The Rose of Allendale
|
| Oh sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| Sweet Rose of Allendale
|
| Had fate not linked my love to hers
|
| The Rose of Allendale |