The Rose of Allendale Sheet Music

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The morn was fair, the skies were clear,
No breath came o'er the sea 
When Mary left her highland cot 
And wander'd forth with me;
Though flowers deck'd the mountain side 
And fragrance filled the vale,
By far the sweetest flower there 
Was the Rose of Allendale,
Was the Rose of Allendale, 
the Rose of Allendale,
By far the sweetest flower there 
Was the Rose of Allendale. 
 
Wheree'er I wander'd,
East or West,
Tho' fate began to low'r,
A solace still was she to me 
In sorrow's lonely hour;
When tempests lash'd our gallant bark,
And rent her shiv'ring sail,
One maiden form withstood the storm 
'Twas the Rose of Allendale, 
'Twas the Rose of Allendale, 
the Rose of Allendale,
One maiden form withstood the storm 
'Twas the Rose of Allendale. 
 
And when my fevered lips were parched,
On Afric's burning sand,
She whispered hops of happiness,
And tales of distant land;
My life had been a wilderness,
Unblest by fortune's gale,
Had fate not linked my lot to hers,
The Rose of Allendale,
The Rose of Allendale, 
the Rose of Allendale,
Had fate not linked my fate to hers,
The Rose of Allendale.