The morn was fair, the sky was clear, no breath rose from the sea,
When Mary quit her highland cot, and wander'd forth wi' me.
Though flow'rs bedeck'd the mountainside,
And fragrance fill'd the vale,
By far the fair- est flow- er there,
Was the Rose of Allendale.
Sweet Rose of Allendale (2x)
By far the fair- est flow- er there,
was the Rose of Allendale.

Where'er I wander'd East or West,
Though faith began to lour,
A solace she still was to me,
In sorrow's lonely hour,
When tempest wrack'd our lonely barque,
And rent the quivering sail,
One maiden form withstood the storm,
'Twas the Rose of Allendale.
Sweet Rose of Allendale (2x)
One maiden form withstood the storm,
'Twas the Rose of Allendale.

And when my fever'd lips were parch'd
Off Afric's burnin' sands,
She'd whisper hopes of happiness,
And tales of distant lands.
My life had been a wilderness,
Unblessed by fortune's gale,
Had fate not linked my lot with hers,
The Rose of Allendale.
Sweet Rose of Allendale (2x)
Had fate not linked my lot with hers,
The Rose of Allendale.
(Repeat 1st Chorus to close).