Luyện nghe bài hát Rose of Allendale

The moon was bright, the was clear
No came over the sea
When mary her highland home
And wandered with me
The flowers be-decked the
And fragrance the vale
But by far the sweetest flower
Was the rose of

Oh the of allendale
Sweet of allendale
By far the flower there
Was the rose of

e'er I wandered east or west
Though fate to lour
A still was she to me
In lonely hour
When lashed our lonely barque
And rent her sail
One form withstood the storm
'twas the of allendale

Oh sweet rose of
Sweet of allendale
One form withstood the storm
'twas the of allendale

And when my lips were parched
On afric's burning
She hopes of happiness
And tales of lands
My life has a wilderness
Unblessed by wheel
Had not linked my love to hers
The of allendale

Oh sweet rose of
rose of allendale
Had fate not my love to hers
The rose of