The moon was bright, the night was clear 
No breeze came over the sea 
When Mary left her highland home 
And wandered forth with me 
The flowers be-decked the mountainside 
And fragrance filled the vale 
But by far the sweetest flower there 
Was the Rose of Allendale 

Oh the Rose of Allendale 
Sweet Rose of Allendale 
By far the sweetest flower there 
Was the Rose of Allendale 

Where e'er I wandered east or west 
Though fate began to lour 
A solace still was she to me 
In sorrow's lonely hour 
When tempests lashed our lonely barque 
And rent her quivering sail 
One maiden's form withstood the storm 
'Twas the Rose of Allendale 

Oh 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 Afric's burning sands 
She whispered hopes of happiness 
And tales of distant lands 
My life has been a wilderness 
Unblessed by fortune's wheel 
Had fate not linked my love to hers 
The Rose of Allendale 

Oh sweet Rose of Allendale 
Sweet Rose of Allendale 
Had fate not linked my love to hers 
The Rose of Allendale