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