John McDermott
John McDermott - The Rose Of Tralee songtekst
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Een Iers lied over Mary die vanwege haar schoonheid de Roos van Tralee werd genoemd.
Als schrijver wordt Edward Mordaunt Spencer genoemd, maar er gaan ook verhalen rond dat de schrijver William Pembroke Mulchinock is, een rijke Protestant die verliefd is op de arme, maar knappe Katholieke Mary O'Connor.
Tralee is een streek in het zuid-westen van Ierland.
The pale moon was rising above the 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 'twas not her beauty alone that won me Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading And Mary all smiling sat listening to me The moon through the valley her pale rays were shining When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee On the far fields of India, mid war's bloody thunder Her voice was a solace and comfort to me But the cold hand of death has now torn us asunder I'm lonely tonight for my Rose of Tralee She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee