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
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
