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