LYRIC

Oh the sky was clear, the morning fair,
not a breath came over the sea, when Mary left her highland home and wandered forth with me,
all the flowers did the mountain side, and fragrance filled the dale,
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the rose of Allendale
Sweet rose of Allendale, sweet rose of Allendale,

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