The pale moon was rising above the green mountain,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea
I strayed 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 eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee



The cool shades of evening their mantle was spreading,
And Mary, all smiling, sat 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 the won me
Oh, no! 'twas the truth in her eye ever dawning
that made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.