A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z | No | All
Traditional
- The morn was fair, the skies were clear,
No breath came o'er the sea
When Mary left her hielan cot
And wandered forth with me.
Though flowers decked the mountainside
And fragance filled the vale,
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the rose of Allendale.
'Twas the rose of Allendale
'Twas the 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 laur,
A solace still was she to me
In sorrows lonely hour.
When tempest lashed our gallant bark
And winters shivering sail,
One maiden form withstood the storm
The rose of Allendale.
'Twas the rose of Allendale
'Twas the rose of Allendale,.
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the rose of Allendale.
- And when my fevered lips were parched
On Afric's burning sand,
She whispered hopes of happiness
And tales of distant lands.
My life has been a wilderness
And blessed by fortunes gails,
Had fate not linked my love to hers
The rose of Allendale.
'Twas the rose of Allendale
'Twas the rose of Allendale,.
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the rose of Allendale.
From the collection Songs From Hazzards Huzzah