The Rose Of Allendale - The Corries

The morning was fair, the sky’s were clear

No breath came over the sea

When Mare left her highland home

And wandered forth with me

Though flowere decked the mountain side

And fragrance filled the vale

By far the sweetest flower there

Was the rose of Allendale

Was the rose of Allendale

Was the rose of Allendale

By far the sweetest flower there

Was the rose of Allendale

Where’er I wandered east or west

Tho’faith began to lour

A solace still she was to me

In sorrow’s lonely hour

When tempest lashed our lonely barque

And rent her shivring sail

One maiden form withstood the storm

'Twas the rose of Allendale

And when my fever’d lips were parched

On Afrie’s burning sands

She whispered hopes of happiness

And tales of distant lands

My life has been a wilderness

Unbiest by fortune’s gale

Had faith not linked my lot to hers

The rose of Allendale