Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
The morn was fair, the sky was clear, no breath came o’er the sea
When Mary left her Heiland cot and wandered forth with me
Though flowers decked the mountain side and fragrance filled the vale
By far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Allendale
Chorus:
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 lo’er
A solace still was she to me in sorrow’s lonely hour
When tempest lashed our gallant barge and rent her shivering sail
One maiden form withstood the storm, the Rose of Allendale
Chorus:
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 Africa’s burning sand
She whispered hopes of happiness and tales of distant lands
My life had been a wilderness, unblessed by fortune’s gale
Had fate not linked my love to hers, the Rose of Allendale
Chorus:
Twas the Rose of Allendale, twas the Rose of Allendale
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