The Rose of Allendale.The morn was fair, the skies were clear,No breath came o’er the sea,When Mary left her highland cot,And wandered forth with me;Though flowers deck’d the mountain’s side,And fragrance fill’d the vale,By far the sweetest flower there,Was the Rose of Allendale.Where’er I wander’d, east or west,Though fate began to lower,A solace still was she to me,In sorrow’s lonely hour;When tempest lashed our gallant bark,And rent her shivering sail,One maiden form withstood the storm,’Twas the Rose of Allendale.And when my fever’d lips were parch’dOn Afric’s burning sand,She whisper’d hopes of happiness,And tales of distant land;My life had been a wilderness,Unblest by fortune’s gale,Had fate not link’d my lot to hers,The Rose of Allendale.
The morn was fair, the skies were clear,No breath came o’er the sea,When Mary left her highland cot,And wandered forth with me;Though flowers deck’d the mountain’s side,And fragrance fill’d the vale,By far the sweetest flower there,Was the Rose of Allendale.Where’er I wander’d, east or west,Though fate began to lower,A solace still was she to me,In sorrow’s lonely hour;When tempest lashed our gallant bark,And rent her shivering sail,One maiden form withstood the storm,’Twas the Rose of Allendale.And when my fever’d lips were parch’dOn Afric’s burning sand,She whisper’d hopes of happiness,And tales of distant land;My life had been a wilderness,Unblest by fortune’s gale,Had fate not link’d my lot to hers,The Rose of Allendale.
The morn was fair, the skies were clear,No breath came o’er the sea,When Mary left her highland cot,And wandered forth with me;Though flowers deck’d the mountain’s side,And fragrance fill’d the vale,By far the sweetest flower there,Was the Rose of Allendale.Where’er I wander’d, east or west,Though fate began to lower,A solace still was she to me,In sorrow’s lonely hour;When tempest lashed our gallant bark,And rent her shivering sail,One maiden form withstood the storm,’Twas the Rose of Allendale.And when my fever’d lips were parch’dOn Afric’s burning sand,She whisper’d hopes of happiness,And tales of distant land;My life had been a wilderness,Unblest by fortune’s gale,Had fate not link’d my lot to hers,The Rose of Allendale.
The morn was fair, the skies were clear,No breath came o’er the sea,When Mary left her highland cot,And wandered forth with me;Though flowers deck’d the mountain’s side,And fragrance fill’d the vale,By far the sweetest flower there,Was the Rose of Allendale.
The morn was fair, the skies were clear,
No breath came o’er the sea,
When Mary left her highland cot,
And wandered forth with me;
Though flowers deck’d the mountain’s side,
And fragrance fill’d the vale,
By far the sweetest flower there,
Was the Rose of Allendale.
Where’er I wander’d, east or west,Though fate began to lower,A solace still was she to me,In sorrow’s lonely hour;When tempest lashed our gallant bark,And rent her shivering sail,One maiden form withstood the storm,’Twas the Rose of Allendale.
Where’er I wander’d, east or west,
Though fate began to lower,
A solace still was she to me,
In sorrow’s lonely hour;
When tempest lashed our gallant bark,
And rent her shivering sail,
One maiden form withstood the storm,
’Twas the Rose of Allendale.
And when my fever’d lips were parch’dOn Afric’s burning sand,She whisper’d hopes of happiness,And tales of distant land;My life had been a wilderness,Unblest by fortune’s gale,Had fate not link’d my lot to hers,The Rose of Allendale.
And when my fever’d lips were parch’d
On Afric’s burning sand,
She whisper’d hopes of happiness,
And tales of distant land;
My life had been a wilderness,
Unblest by fortune’s gale,
Had fate not link’d my lot to hers,
The Rose of Allendale.