The Rose of Allendale - Seán Cannon, The Dubliners

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