Mary Black's version of this gives me cold chills - these lyrics are very close to what she does

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,

REFRAIN: was the Rose of Allendale, by far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Allendale

Where'ere I wandered, east or west, though fate began to lour,
a solace still was she to me, In sorrows's lonely hour,
When tempests lashed our lonely barque, and rent her shivering sail,
one maiden form withstood the storm 'twas the Rose of Allendale

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And when my fevered lips were parched on Afric's burning sands,
she whispered hopes of happiness, and tales of distant lands,
My life has been a wilderness, unblest by fortune's gale,
had fate not linked my lot to hers, the Rose of Allendale

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