On the far fields of India, mid war's bloody thunder, When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee. The moon through the valley her pale rays were shining
The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreadingĪnd Mary all smiling sat listening to me That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee. Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning, Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, That stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee.
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain, The sun was declining beneath the blue sea The Rose of Tralee by Frank Patterson on Essential Irish Drinking Songs & Sing Alongs: Whiskey In The Jar (1962) The pale moon was rising above the green mountain,
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