
4" x 5.5" Oil on Paper
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The pale moon was rising above yon green mountain
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 t'was not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, t'was the truth in her eye ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee
The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading
And Mary, all smiling, stood list'ning to me
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee
William Pembroke Mulchinock