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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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
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.
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