Oh the sky was clear, the morning was fair No breath came over the sea When Mary left her highland home And wandered forth with me All flowers decked the mountain side 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 'er I wander to the East and the West And faith began to lower Consoling still was she to me in sorrow's lonely hour Oh, tempest wrecked my lonely boat And it wrecked the quivering sails One maiden fond withstood the storm Was the Rose of Allendale Sweet rose of Allendale, sweet rose of Allendale By far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Allendale And when my feeble lips are parched On Africa's burning sands She whispered hopes of happiness And tales of foreign lands My life has been a wilderness Unblessed by fortune's gain Had faith not linked my love to her Sweet Rose of Allendale Sweet rose of Allendale, sweet rose of Allendale By far the sweetest flower there, was the Rose of Allendale