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Rose Of Tralee - Chilled Celtic Masters
The pale moon was rising above the green mountain
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea
As I strayed with my lovely the clear crystal fountain
That stands by 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 shining
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
I'm moon the valley her pale rays was shedding
As I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee
He was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
But 'twas not her beauty alone that won me
Oh no 'Twas the truth in her eyes ever shining
That made me love Mary the Rose of Tralee
That made me love Mary the Rose of Tralee
