The Rose of Allanak

The morn was fair, the skies were clear
No breath came from the Silt Sea
When Meery left her 'Naki home
And wandered forth with me
Though flowers dotted the roadside
And of fragrance there was no lack
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allanak.

Where'er I wandered, east or west
Tho' fate began to sour
A solace still was she to me
In sorrow's lonely hour
When sandy winds lashed our shapes
And whipped her shiv'ring back
One maiden form withstood the storm
'Twas the Rose of Allanak.

And when my fever'd lips were parched
On Red Desert's burning sands
She whispered hopes of happiness
And tales of distant lands
My life has been a wilderness
Unblest by fortune's knack
Had fate not linked my lot to hers
The Rose of Allanak.

Irish Folksong

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