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The pale moon was rising |
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Above the green mountain; |
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The sun was declining |
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Beneath the blue sea |
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When i strayed with my love |
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To the pure crystal fountain |
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That stands in the beautiful |
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Vale of Tralee. |
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She was |
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Lovely and fair |
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As the rose of the summer |
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Yet 'twas not her beauty |
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Alone the won me |
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Oh, no! 'twas the truth |
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In her eye ever dawning |
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That made me love Mary, |
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The rose of Tralee |
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The cool shades of evening |
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Their mantle was spreading, |
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And Mary, all smiling, |
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Was listening to me, |
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The moon through the valley, |
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Her pale rays was shedding |
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When i won the heart |
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Of the rose of Tralee |
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Though |
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Lovely and fair |
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As the rose of the summer |
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Yet 'twas not her beauty |
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Alone the won me |
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Oh, no! 'twas the truth |
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In her eye ever dawning |
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That made me love Mary, |
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The rose of Tralee |
