Rose Of Tralee - Instrumental

The Rose Of Tralee
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An old Irish ballad from the 19th century, the song was written about a young woman called Mary who was called The Rose Of Tralee because of her outstanding beauty.
The International Festival is an annual event held in Tralee, County Kerry, Ireland. It celebrates Irish culture and includes a beauty pageant where young women from around the world compete for the title of the Rose of Tralee.
Rose Of Tralee - Lyrics
The pale moon was rising above the green mountains,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea;
When 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 were spreading,
And Mary all smiling was listening to me;
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding,
When I won the heart of the Rose 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.
In the far fields of India 'mid war's bloody thunders,
Her voice was solace and comfort to me,
But the cool hand of death has now torn us asunder,
I'm lonely tonight for my Rose 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.
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.