{t:The Rose of Tralee}
{st:William Mulchinock}


The [D]pale moon was rising a[G]bove the green [D]mountains
The [D]sun was declining be[G]neath a blue [A]sea
When I [D]strayed with my love to the [G]pure crystal [D]fountains
That [A]stands in the [D]beautiful [A]Vale of Tra[D]lee


[Chorus]
She was [Bm]lovely and fair as the [G]rose of the [F#]summer
Yet '[Bm]twas not her [D]beauty a[Em]lone that won [Bm]me-e [A7]
Oh [D]no, 'twas the truth in her [G]eyes ever [D]dawning
That [A]made me love [D]Mary, the [A]rose of Tra[D]lee
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The [D]cool shades of evening their [G]mantles were [D]spreading
And [D]Mary all smiling said [G]listening [A]to me
The [D]moon through the valley her [G]pale rays was [D]shedding
When [A]I won the [D]heart of the [A]rose of Tra[D]lee


[Chorus]
She was [Bm]lovely and fair as the [G]rose of the [F#]summer
Yet '[Bm]twas not her [D]beauty a[Em]lone that won [Bm]me-e [A7]
Oh [D]no, 'twas the truth in her [G]eyes ever [D]dawning
That [A]made me love [D]Mary, the [A]rose of Tra[D]lee
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