The Rose of Tralee

The pale moon was rising above the green mountains,

The sun was declining beneath the blue sea,

When I stray'd with my love to the pure crystal fountain,

That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee.

Cherished Roses

Michael and Inessa Garmash

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 dawning,

The made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.

The cool shades of evening their mantles were spreading,

And Mary, all smiles, sat list'ning to me,

The moon thro' the valley, her pale rays were shedding

When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.

Tho' lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,

Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me,

Oh no, 'twas truth in her eye ever dawning,

That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.

19th Century Irish Ballad

*The Rose of Tralee

Dennis Day

Irish Legend Essentials

The Orchard Enterprises

Vintage Masters Inc.

(2012)


*The words of this lovely song are credited to Edward Mordaunt Spencer
and the music to Charles William Glover, however, a story circulated in connection
with the International Rose of Tralee Festival, which is held each year in Tralee, Ireland,
 claims that the song was written by  a man named William Pembroke Mulchinock, a wealthy Protestant,
 for a woman he loved named Mary O'Connor, a poor Catholic, who was in service as a maid to his family.

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