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