Oh the morn was fair and the sky was clear,
No breath came over the sea,
When Mary left her highland home
And wandered forth to me.

Though flowers decked the mountain side,
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 'ere I wander to the east or to the west
And fate began to lower
Solace still was she to me
In sorrow's lonely hour.

Though tempest wrecked my lonely barque
And they rent the quivering sail,
One maiden form withstood the storm
Was the Rose of Allendale.

Sweet Rose of Allendale,
Sweet Rose of Allendale,
One maiden form withstood the storm
Was the Rose of Allendale.

It's when my fevered lips were parched
On Africa's burning sands,
She whispers hopes of happiness
And tales of foreign lands.

My life had been a wilderness,
Unblessed by fortunes gale,
Had fate not linked my love to her,
Sweet Rose of Allendale.

Sweet Rose of Allendale,
Sweet Rose of Allendale,
Had fate not linked my love to her,
Sweet Rose of Allendale.

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Nelson/Jeffreys
From the singing of the Copper Family.
Sung by Nic Jones on "In Search of Nic Jones"