Rose of Tralee

The pale moon was rising above the green mountain

The sun was declining beneath the blue sea

When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain

That stands in beautiful vale of Tralee

She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer

Yet, 'twas not her beauty alone that won me

Oh no! 'Twas the the truth in her eye ever beaming

That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee

The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading

And Mary all smiling was listening to me

The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding

When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee

Though lovely and fair as the rose of the summer

Yet, 'twas not her beauty alone that won me

Oh no! 'Twas the the truth in her eye ever beaming

That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee