The pale moon was rising

"Rose of Tralee"

The pale moon was rising
Above the green mountain
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

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,
That made me love Mary,
The Rose of Tralee.

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