The
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 the beautiful
vale
of Tralee.
She
was
lovely
and fair
as
the rose of the summer
yet
'twas not her beauty
alone
the won me
Oh,
no! 'twas the truth
in
her eye ever dawning
that
made me love Mary,
the
Rose of Tralee
The
cool shades of evening
their
mantle was 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
the won me
Oh,
no! 'twas the truth
in
her eye ever dawning
that
made me love Mary,
the
Rose of Tralee
Lyrics
Words by C. Mordaunt Spencer.
Music
by Charles W. Glover.
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