The Music Of Scotland



    Sweet Rose Of Allandale
    The sky was clear, the morn was fair
    Not a breath came over the sea
    When Mary left her highland home
    And wandered forth with me
    Though flowers decked the mountainside
    And fragrance filled the vale
    By far the sweetest flower there
    Was the rose of Allandale.

    Chorus
    Sweet rose of Allandale
    Sweet rose of Allandale
    By far the sweetest flower there
    Was the rose of Allandale.

    Where'er I wander to the east and to the west
    And fate began to lower
    A solace still was she to me
    In sorrow's lonely hour
    Though tempest wreck my lonely barque
    And may rend the quivering sail
    One maiden warm withstood the storm
    'Twas the rose of Allandale.

    Chorus

    And when my feeble lips were parched
    On Africa's burning sands
    She whispered hopes of happiness
    And tales of foreign lands
    My life had been a wilderness
    Unblessed by fortune's gales
    Had fate not linked my lot to her
    Sweet rose of Allandale.


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