Rose of Allendale 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 bedecked 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 to me was she
In sorrow's lonely hour
When tempests lashed our galant barque
And rent her quivering sail
One maiden's form withstood the storm
'Twas the Rose of Allendale

Oh, the Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
One maiden's form withstood the storm
'Twas the Rose of Allendale