SWEET ROSE OF ALLANDALE



Oh the sky was clear, 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 filled 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'er I wander to the east and to the west

And fate began to lower

A solace still was she to me

In sorrow's lonely hour

Though tempest wreck my lonely barque

And may rend the quivering sail

One maiden warm withstood the storm

Twas the rose of Allandale



And when my feeble 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 gales

Had fate not linked my lot to her

Sweet rose of Allandale



@love @plant

sung by Jean Redpath

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