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