ROSE OF TRALEE 1850 |
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 DANCING,
THAT MADE ME LOVE MARY,
THE ROSE OF TRALEE.
