Oh, time was still, the morning was there
No breeze came over the sea
When Mary left her highland home
And wandered forth with me

All 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 wandered east or west
And fate began to lour
A solace still was she to me
In sorrow's lonely hour

Oh, tempests lashed my lonely barque
And they rent the 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 Afric'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 fate not linked my love to hers
Sweet Rose of Allendale

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