And when my fever’d lips were parch’d
On Afric’s burning sand,
She whisper’d hopes of happiness,
And tales of distant land;
My life had been a wilderness,
Unblest by fortune’s gale,
Had fate not link’d my lot to hers,
The Rose of Allendale.
And when my fever’d lips were parch’d
On Afric’s burning sand,
She whisper’d hopes of happiness,
And tales of distant land;
My life had been a wilderness,
Unblest by fortune’s gale,
Had fate not link’d my lot to hers,
The Rose of Allendale.