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.
Though flowers decked the mountainside
and fragrance filled the vale,
by far the sweetest flower there,
was the Rose of Allendale.

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Sweet Rose of Allendale
sweet Rose of Allendale.
By far the sweetest flower there was,
was the Rose of Allendale.

Where ever I wandered east or west
and fate began to lour,
a solace still was she to me
In sorrow's lonely hour.
When tempests wrecked my lonely boat
and wrecked the quiverring sail,
one maiden's form withstood the storm,
't was the Rose of Allendale.

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Sweet Rose of Allendale
sweet Rose of Allendale.
By far the sweetest flower there was,
was the Rose of Allendale.

And when my fever'd lips were parched
on Africas burning sands,
she whispered hopes of happiness
and tales of distant lands.
My life has been a wilderness
unblessed by fortune's gale,
had fate not linked my love to her,
sweet Rose of Allendale.

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Sweet Rose of Allendale
sweet Rose of Allendale.
By far the sweetest flower there was,
was the Rose of Allendale.