The Rose Of Allendale

The Rose Of Allendale Traditional 1. The morn was fair, the skies were clear, No breath came o'er the sea When Mary left her hielan cot And wandered forth with me. Though flowers decked the mountainside And fragance filled the vale, By far the sweetest flower there Was the rose of Allendale. 'Twas the rose of Allendale 'Twas the rose of Allendale,. By far the sweetest flower there Was the rose of Allendale. 2. Where e'er I wandered east or west Though fate began to laur, A solace still was she to me In sorrows lonely hour. When tempest lashed our gallant bark And winters shivering sail, One maiden form withstood the storm The rose of Allendale. 'Twas the rose of Allendale 'Twas the rose of Allendale,. One maiden form withstood the storm The rose of Allendale. 3. And when my fevered lips were parched On Afric's burning sand, She whispered hopes of

happiness And tales of distant lands. My life has been a wilderness And blessed by fortunes gails, Had fate not linked my love to hers The rose of Allendale. 'Twas the rose of Allendale 'Twas the rose of Allendale,. Had fate not linked my love to hers The rose of Allendale.