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The pale moon was rising above the green mountain |
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The sun was declining beneath the blue sea |
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When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain |
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That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee |
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She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer |
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Yet it was not her beauty alone that won me |
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Oh no, it was the truth in her eyes ever dawning |
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That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee |
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The cool shades of evening, their mantle were spreading |
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And Mary, all smiling, was listening to me |
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The moon through the valley, her pale rays was shedding |
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When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee |