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. Table of Contents Juke Box of Music Donations Accepted Mail to: Jan Schimenek | P O Box 7615 | St Petersburg Fl 33734 Disclaimer: "Any material contained on this site was either created by Jan Schimenek or it has been obtained through public distribution channels and is assumed to be either "public domain" or it's free, non-commercial distribution to be allowed by the copyright holder. However, if you hold copyright to any material contained on this site and wish its removal, please contact [email protected] by E-Mail Provide legal proof of your right to demand removal." Thank You. Text & Web Layout Copyright © August 1 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999 by Jan Schimenek . Last revised February11th 1999 This web site is hosted by vsHost, Inc.A subsidiary of Edson Enterprises
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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