The Rose of Tralee

The pale moon was ris-ing a - bove the green mountain the sun was declining beneath the blue sea.

When I strayed with my love o'er the pure crystal fountain that stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee.

She was lovely and fair as the rose in the summer. Yet t'was not her beauty along that won me.

Oh no t'was the truth in her eyes ever dawning that made me love Mary the Rose of Tralee.

 

The cool shades of evening their mantles were spreading

And Mary, all smiling sat listening to me

The moon thro' the valley her pale rays was shedding

When I wont the heart of the Rose of Tralee.

The lovely and fair as the rose of the summer

Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me

Oh! no, 'twas the truth in her eye ever dawning

That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.