Rose of Tralee: Spencer/Glover


The pale moon was rising
above the green mountain
the sun was declining beneath a 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
like the roses of the summer
yet was not her beauty alone that won me
oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever beaming
that made me love Mary, the rose of Tralee

The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading
and Mary all smiling sat listening to me
the moon through the valley her pale rays were 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 truth in her eyes ever beaming
that made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.