The moon was bright,the night was clear No breeze came over the sea When Mary left her Highland home And flowers be-decked the mountainside And fragrance filled the vale By far the sweetest flowe there Was the Rose of Allendale Oh the Rose of Allendale Sweet Rose of Allendale By far the sweetest flower there Was the Rose of Allendale Where eér I wandered east or west Though fate still was to lour A solace still was she to me In srrow's lonely hour When tempests lashed our lonely barque And rent her quivering sail One maiden's form withstood the storm 't Was the Rose of Allendale One maiden's form withstood the storm 't Was the Rose of Allendale And when my fever'd lips were parched On Afric's burning sands She whispered hopes of happiness And tales of distant lands My life has been a wilderness Unblssed by fortune's wheel Had fate not linked my love to hers The Rose of Allendale Had fate not linked my love to hers Sweet Rose of Allendale