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.