Love, dear Rose of JolieThe pale moon was rising above the green mountainThe sun was declining beneath the blue seaWhen I strayed with my love through the pure crystal fountainThat stands in the beautiful vale of TraleeShe was lovely and fair as the rose of the summerYet was not her beauty alone that won meOh, no, it was the truth in her eyes ever adornedThat made me love Mary, the Rose of TraleeLove, dear Rose of TraleeThe cool shades of evening their mantle were spreadingAnd Mary, all smiling, was listening to meThe moon through the valley her pale rays were sheddingWhen I won the heart of the Rose of TraleeOh, lovely and fair as the rose of the summerYet was not her beauty aloneThat won meOh, no, it was the truth in her eyes ever adornedThat made me love Mary, the Rose of TraleeThe rose of TraleeOh, lovely and fair as the Rose of TraleeOh, lovely and fair as the Rose of TraleeOh, lovely and fair as the Rose of Tralee