The Book of Scottish Song/The Rose of Allandale

2262588The Book of Scottish Song — The Rose of Allandale1843Charles Jefferys

The Rose of Allandale.

[Words by C. Jefferys. Music composed by S. Nelson.]

The morn was fair, the skies were clear,
No breath came o'er the sea,
When Mary left her Highland cot,
And wander'd forth with me;
Tho' flowers deck'd the mountain's side,
And fragrance fill'd the vale,
By far the sweetest flower there,
Was the Rose of Allandale.

Where'er I wandered, east or west,
Tho' fate began to lour,
A solace still was she to me,
In sorrow's lonely hour.
When tempests lash'd our gallant bark,
And rent her shiv'ring sail,
One maiden form withstood the storm,
'Twas the Rose of Allandale.

And when my fever'd lips were parch'd
On Afric's burning sand,
She whisper'd hopes of happiness,
And tales of distant land:
My life had been a wilderness,
Unbless'd by fortune's gale,
Had fate not link'd my lot to hers
The Rose of Allandale.