The Rose Of Tralee

The pale moon was rising above the green mountain
the sun was reclining beneath the blue sea
as I walked 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
but t'was not her beauty alone that won me
o, no! T'was the truth in her eyes ever dawning
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 its pale rays was shedding
when I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee
Through lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
it was not her beauty alone that won me
o, no! T'was the truth in her eyes ever dawning
that made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee

(trad. irlandese)