The morn was fair, the sky was clear No breath came over the sea When mary left her highland home And wandered forth with me The flowers decked the mountainside And fragrance filled the vale 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 ventured east or west Though fate began to lour A solace still was she to me In sorrow's lonely hour When tempests lashed our gallant barque And rent her 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 'Twas the rose of allendale And when my fever'd lips were parched On burning Africa's sun She whispered hopes of happiness And tales of distant lands My life has been a wilderness Unblessed by fortune's gale Had fate not linked my love to hers The rose of allendale Sweet rose of allendale Sweet rose of allendale Had fate not linked my love to hers The rose of allendale .