Oh the morn was fair, the sky was clear, no breath came over the sea
When Mary left her highland home and wandered forth with 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 e'er I wandered to the east or 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 they rent the quivering sails
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

And it's when my fever 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 Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale, sweet Rose of Allendale
Had fate not linked my love to her, sweet Rose of Allendale