The Music Of Ireland
      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 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.

       

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