| lyric | 1. 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 that won me,
Oh, no! ’twas the truth in her eye ever beaming
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
2. The cool shades of ev’ning their mantle were spreading,
And Mary, all smiling, was list’ning to me,
The moon thro’ the valley her pale rays was shedding
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee:
Tho’ 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 beaming
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee. |