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Oh, the sky was clear and the morn was fair
Not a breath came over the sea
When Mary left her highland home
And wandered forth with me
Though flowers decked the mountainside
And fragrance fills the vale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allandale
Sweet Rose of Allandale
Sweet Rose of Allandale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allandale
Where I wandered to the east and to the west
And fate began to lour
A solace still was she to me
In sorrow's lonely hour
Though tempests wrecked my lonely barque
And rent the quivering sail
One maiden's warm withstood the storm
'Twas the Rose of Allandale
Sweet Rose of Allandale
Sweet Rose of Allandale
One maiden's warm withstood the storm
'Twas the Rose of Allandale
And when my fever'd lips were parched
On Africa's burning sands
She whispered hopes of happiness
And tales of foreign lands
My life had been a wilderness
Unblessed by fortune's gale
Had fate not linked my lot to her
Sweet Rose of Allandale
Sweet Rose of Allandale
Sweet Rose of Allandale
Had fate not linked my lot to her
Sweet Rose of Allandale
Sweet Rose of Allandale
Sweet Rose of Allandale
Had fate not linked my lot to her
Sweet Rose of Allandale