[C]The pale moon was[C7] ris[F]ing above the [C]green mountain,
The sun was declining [D7]beneath the [G7]blue sea;
[G7]When I [C]strayed with my [C7]love to [F]the pure cry[C]stal fountain,
That [F]stands in the[C] beauti[G]ful Vale
of [C]Tralee.
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She was [Am]lovely and fair as [E]the rose of the summer,
Yet [Am]'twas
not her beauty alone that [G]won [G7]me;
[G7]Oh[C] no, 'twas the [C7]truth in [F]her eyes [C]ever dawning,
That [F]made
me love [C]Mary, [G]the Rose of [C]Tralee.
The cool shades of evening their mantles were spreading
And Mary all smiling sat listening to me
The moon through the vally her pale rays were shining
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 I won
Oh no 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary the rose of Tralee