The Rose Of Tralee Lyrics And Chords
The full sheet music score in G Major is now here and suitable for the flute and accordion. W.P.Mc Mulchinock.This Irish folk song was written to Mary O'Conner , a servant girl of the author with who he fell in love with.it was written around the 1850s. Recorded by John McCormack, Nathan Carter, Connie Foley, John McDermott who does a brilliant version of a John McCormack song ''The Old House Song'', Deirdre McNulty and Dennis Day to name a few. The singer here in the youtube video is John McCormack. Tin whistle sheet music notes and mandolin tab is included. The rose of Tralee which is now a week long festival in this Co. Kerry town is still going strong and is broadcast live over two nights each year by the Irish broadcaster R.T.E. Guitar chords are in chordpro.The rose of Tralee sheet music notes in solfege, do re mi format now included plus a pdf of the score in G Major with chords.
The Rose Of Tralee Lyrics And Chords In The Key Of C Major
[C]The pale moon was[C7] ris[F]ing above the [C]green mountain,
The sun was declining [D7]beneath the [G7]blue sea;
[G7]When I [C]strayed with my [C7]love to [F]the pure cry[C]stal fountain,
That [F]stands in the[C] beauti[G]ful Vale of [C]Tralee.
Chorus
She was [Am]lovely and fair as [E]the rose of the summer,
Yet [Am]'twas not her beauty alone that [G]won [G7]me;
[G7]Oh[C] no, 'twas the [C7]truth in [F]her eyes [C]ever dawning,
That [F]made me love [C]Mary, [G]the Rose of [C]Tralee.
The cool shades of evening their mantles were spreading
And Mary all smiling sat listening to me
The moon through the vally her pale rays were shining
When I won the heart of the rose of Tralee
Though lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that I won
Oh no 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary the rose of Tralee
[C]The pale moon was[C7] ris[F]ing above the [C]green mountain,
The sun was declining [D7]beneath the [G7]blue sea;
[G7]When I [C]strayed with my [C7]love to [F]the pure cry[C]stal fountain,
That [F]stands in the[C] beauti[G]ful Vale of [C]Tralee.
Chorus
She was [Am]lovely and fair as [E]the rose of the summer,
Yet [Am]'twas not her beauty alone that [G]won [G7]me;
[G7]Oh[C] no, 'twas the [C7]truth in [F]her eyes [C]ever dawning,
That [F]made me love [C]Mary, [G]the Rose of [C]Tralee.
The cool shades of evening their mantles were spreading
And Mary all smiling sat listening to me
The moon through the vally her pale rays were shining
When I won the heart of the rose of Tralee
Though lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that I won
Oh no 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary the rose of Tralee
Rose of Tralee street sign
Here’s a complete G Major arrangement for guitar, including:
🎶 Full chords for all verses & chorus,
🎸 A gentle waltz strumming pattern, and
🎵 A fingerpicking pattern for the first verse (in Irish ballad style).
🎶 The Rose of Tralee
Key: G Major (Capo 0)
🌿 Fingerpicking Intro + Verse 1
Use a 3/4 (waltz) arpeggio pattern — perfect for this song’s slow, romantic rhythm.
Fingerpicking Pattern (3/4 time):
Thumb (T) plays bass (6th–4th), index (i) 3rd string, middle (m) 2nd string.
Pattern: T – i – m, T – i – m
The pale moon was rising above the green mountain,
[G] [G7] [C]
e|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----1-----1-----1--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----1-----1-----1--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---0-----0-----0----------|---2-----2-----2----------|
A|-----------------------|---------------------------|---3-----------------------|
E|-3---------------------|-1--------------------------|----------------------------|
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea,
[G] [A7] [D7]
e|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----1-----1-----1--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----2-----2-----2--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----2-----2-----2--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---2-----2-----2----------|---0-----0-----0----------|
A|-----------------------|---0-----------------------|---------------------------|
E|-3---------------------|---------------------------|----------------------------|
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain,
[G] [G7] [C]
e|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----1-----1-----1--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----1-----1-----1--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---0-----0-----0----------|---2-----2-----2----------|
A|-----------------------|---------------------------|---3-----------------------|
E|-3---------------------|-1--------------------------|----------------------------|
That stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee.
[G] [C] [G]
e|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----3-----3-----3--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----1-----1-----1--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---2-----2-----2----------|---0-----0-----0----------|
A|-----------------------|---3-----------------------|---------------------------|
E|-3---------------------|---------------------------|-3--------------------------|
🌹 Chorus
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She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
[Em] [B7] [Em]
e|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---2-----2-----2-------|---1-----1-----1----------|---2-----2-----2----------|
A|---2--------------------|---2-----------------------|---2-----------------------|
E|------------------------|-0--------------------------|----------------------------|
Yet ’twas not her beauty alone that won me,
[D] [D7] [G]
e|-----2-----2-----2-----|-----1-----1-----1--------|-----3-----3-----3--------|
B|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
G|-----2-----2-----2-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---0-----0-----0----------|---0-----0-----0----------|
A|-----------------------|---------------------------|---------------------------|
E|-----------------------|---------------------------|-3--------------------------|
Oh no, ’twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
[G] [G7] [C]
e|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----1-----1-----1--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----1-----1-----1--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---0-----0-----0----------|---2-----2-----2----------|
A|-----------------------|---------------------------|---3-----------------------|
E|-3---------------------|-1--------------------------|----------------------------|
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
[G] [D] [G]
e|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----3-----3-----3--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----3-----3-----3--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---0-----0-----0----------|---0-----0-----0----------|
A|-----------------------|---------------------------|---------------------------|
E|-3---------------------|---------------------------|-3--------------------------|
Verse 1
The [G]pale moon was [G7]rising a[C]bove the green [G]mountain,
The [C]sun was declining be[A7]neath the blue [D7]sea,
When I [G]strayed with my [G7]love to the [C]pure crystal [G]fountain,
That [C]stands in the [G]beautiful [D]Vale of Tra[G]lee.
Chorus
She was [Em]lovely and fair as the [B7]rose of the summer,
Yet [Em]’twas not her beauty a[D]lone that won [D7]me,
Oh [G]no, ’twas the [G7]truth in her [C]eyes ever [G]dawning,
That [C]made me love [G]Mary, the [D]Rose of Tra[G]lee.
Verse 2
The [G]cool shades of [G7]evening their [C]mantles were [G]spreading,
And [C]Mary, all smiling, sat [A7]list’ning to [D7]me;
The [G]moon through the [G7]valley her [C]pale rays were [G]shedding,
When [C]I won the [G]heart of the [D]Rose of Tra[G]lee.
Chorus (same as above)
She was [Em]lovely and fair as the [B7]rose of the summer,
Yet [Em]’twas not her beauty a[D]lone that won [D7]me,
Oh [G]no, ’twas the [G7]truth in her [C]eyes ever [G]dawning,
That [C]made me love [G]Mary, the [D]Rose of Tra[G]lee.
Optional Verse 3 (Traditional variant)
In the [G]far fields of [G7]India, ’mid [C]war’s dreadful [G]thunder,
Her [C]form was a vision I [A7]ever could [D7]see,
Her [G]voice was a [G7]song of the [C]wild birds in [G]summer,
That [C]sang in the [G]beautiful [D]Vale of Tra[G]lee.
Chorus (Final – softly)
She was [Em]lovely and fair as the [B7]rose of the summer,
Yet [Em]’twas not her beauty a[D]lone that won [D7]me,
Oh [G]no, ’twas the [G7]truth in her [C]eyes ever [G]dawning,
That [C]made me love [G]Mary, the [D]Rose of Tra[G]lee.
(Let final G ring out)
🎸 Strumming Pattern (3/4 Waltz Feel)
A classic Irish waltz strum — flowing and elegant:
Pattern:
🎵 ↓ (bass) ↓↑ ↓↑
(count “1 2-and 3-and”)
Play only the bass note (root) on beat 1.
Use gentle downward strums for beats 2 & 3.
Keep your wrist loose and airy — let the chords ring.
Example feel:
🎵 G (bass) ↓↑ ↓↑ → C (bass) ↓↑ ↓↑
💡 Playing Tips
Use fingerpicking for the first verse, soft strumming from Verse 2 onward.
Slightly slow the tempo on the last line of each chorus.
Add hammer-ons on G (A→B, 5th string) and C (D→E, 4th string) for Irish flair.
End softly — let that last G fade naturally.
🎶 Full chords for all verses & chorus,
🎸 A gentle waltz strumming pattern, and
🎵 A fingerpicking pattern for the first verse (in Irish ballad style).
🎶 The Rose of Tralee
Key: G Major (Capo 0)
🌿 Fingerpicking Intro + Verse 1
Use a 3/4 (waltz) arpeggio pattern — perfect for this song’s slow, romantic rhythm.
Fingerpicking Pattern (3/4 time):
Thumb (T) plays bass (6th–4th), index (i) 3rd string, middle (m) 2nd string.
Pattern: T – i – m, T – i – m
The pale moon was rising above the green mountain,
[G] [G7] [C]
e|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----1-----1-----1--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----1-----1-----1--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---0-----0-----0----------|---2-----2-----2----------|
A|-----------------------|---------------------------|---3-----------------------|
E|-3---------------------|-1--------------------------|----------------------------|
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea,
[G] [A7] [D7]
e|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----1-----1-----1--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----2-----2-----2--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----2-----2-----2--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---2-----2-----2----------|---0-----0-----0----------|
A|-----------------------|---0-----------------------|---------------------------|
E|-3---------------------|---------------------------|----------------------------|
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain,
[G] [G7] [C]
e|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----1-----1-----1--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----1-----1-----1--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---0-----0-----0----------|---2-----2-----2----------|
A|-----------------------|---------------------------|---3-----------------------|
E|-3---------------------|-1--------------------------|----------------------------|
That stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee.
[G] [C] [G]
e|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----3-----3-----3--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----1-----1-----1--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---2-----2-----2----------|---0-----0-----0----------|
A|-----------------------|---3-----------------------|---------------------------|
E|-3---------------------|---------------------------|-3--------------------------|
🌹 Chorus
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She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
[Em] [B7] [Em]
e|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---2-----2-----2-------|---1-----1-----1----------|---2-----2-----2----------|
A|---2--------------------|---2-----------------------|---2-----------------------|
E|------------------------|-0--------------------------|----------------------------|
Yet ’twas not her beauty alone that won me,
[D] [D7] [G]
e|-----2-----2-----2-----|-----1-----1-----1--------|-----3-----3-----3--------|
B|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
G|-----2-----2-----2-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---0-----0-----0----------|---0-----0-----0----------|
A|-----------------------|---------------------------|---------------------------|
E|-----------------------|---------------------------|-3--------------------------|
Oh no, ’twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
[G] [G7] [C]
e|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----1-----1-----1--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----1-----1-----1--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----0-----0-----0--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---0-----0-----0----------|---2-----2-----2----------|
A|-----------------------|---------------------------|---3-----------------------|
E|-3---------------------|-1--------------------------|----------------------------|
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
[G] [D] [G]
e|-----3-----3-----3-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----3-----3-----3--------|
B|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----3-----3-----3--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
G|-----0-----0-----0-----|-----2-----2-----2--------|-----0-----0-----0--------|
D|---0-----0-----0-------|---0-----0-----0----------|---0-----0-----0----------|
A|-----------------------|---------------------------|---------------------------|
E|-3---------------------|---------------------------|-3--------------------------|
Verse 1
The [G]pale moon was [G7]rising a[C]bove the green [G]mountain,
The [C]sun was declining be[A7]neath the blue [D7]sea,
When I [G]strayed with my [G7]love to the [C]pure crystal [G]fountain,
That [C]stands in the [G]beautiful [D]Vale of Tra[G]lee.
Chorus
She was [Em]lovely and fair as the [B7]rose of the summer,
Yet [Em]’twas not her beauty a[D]lone that won [D7]me,
Oh [G]no, ’twas the [G7]truth in her [C]eyes ever [G]dawning,
That [C]made me love [G]Mary, the [D]Rose of Tra[G]lee.
Verse 2
The [G]cool shades of [G7]evening their [C]mantles were [G]spreading,
And [C]Mary, all smiling, sat [A7]list’ning to [D7]me;
The [G]moon through the [G7]valley her [C]pale rays were [G]shedding,
When [C]I won the [G]heart of the [D]Rose of Tra[G]lee.
Chorus (same as above)
She was [Em]lovely and fair as the [B7]rose of the summer,
Yet [Em]’twas not her beauty a[D]lone that won [D7]me,
Oh [G]no, ’twas the [G7]truth in her [C]eyes ever [G]dawning,
That [C]made me love [G]Mary, the [D]Rose of Tra[G]lee.
Optional Verse 3 (Traditional variant)
In the [G]far fields of [G7]India, ’mid [C]war’s dreadful [G]thunder,
Her [C]form was a vision I [A7]ever could [D7]see,
Her [G]voice was a [G7]song of the [C]wild birds in [G]summer,
That [C]sang in the [G]beautiful [D]Vale of Tra[G]lee.
Chorus (Final – softly)
She was [Em]lovely and fair as the [B7]rose of the summer,
Yet [Em]’twas not her beauty a[D]lone that won [D7]me,
Oh [G]no, ’twas the [G7]truth in her [C]eyes ever [G]dawning,
That [C]made me love [G]Mary, the [D]Rose of Tra[G]lee.
(Let final G ring out)
🎸 Strumming Pattern (3/4 Waltz Feel)
A classic Irish waltz strum — flowing and elegant:
Pattern:
🎵 ↓ (bass) ↓↑ ↓↑
(count “1 2-and 3-and”)
Play only the bass note (root) on beat 1.
Use gentle downward strums for beats 2 & 3.
Keep your wrist loose and airy — let the chords ring.
Example feel:
🎵 G (bass) ↓↑ ↓↑ → C (bass) ↓↑ ↓↑
💡 Playing Tips
Use fingerpicking for the first verse, soft strumming from Verse 2 onward.
Slightly slow the tempo on the last line of each chorus.
Add hammer-ons on G (A→B, 5th string) and C (D→E, 4th string) for Irish flair.
End softly — let that last G fade naturally.
The rose of Tralee sheet music notes in solfege do re mi format
The pdf file is for the piano sheet music in G Major and has the chords.
| rose-of-tralee-piano-sheet-music-pdf.pdf |
The Rose Of Tralee Sheet Music score in the key of G Major Notes
The Minstrel Boy Album By Christopher Lynch • The Garden Where The Praties Grow The
Rose Of Tralee The Palatine's Daughter. A Little Bit Of Heaven A Ballynure Ballad. When Irish Eyes Are Smiling The Young May Moon You'd Better Ask Me.
Ever since Christopher Lynch made his American debut in the autumn of 1946, critics have been tossing at the minstrel boy from County Limerick, Eire, such phrases as "a true Irish tenor with voice of hauntingly sweet quality," "an Irish lark with blue-eyed charm and good looks," and "he sings Gaelic ballads and folk songs so you can smell the shamrock in them."
The gifted young Irish tenor arrived in the United States-bearing credentials from no less a per- son than the late great John McCormack who had attended Lynch's debut recital in Dublin. On that occasion the elder tenor had exclaimed, "He is the one most likely to succeed me. A very beautiful voice. I have not heard better in a quarter of a century."
Christopher Lynch was born deep in the heart of Eire at Rathkeale where the river Deel flows. There he grew to sturdy young manhood, at one time showing promise of being chosen all-Ireland goalkeeper in the rugged national game of hurley. Along with an enthusiasm for athletics and for horses (his father owns an extensive stud farm) went a deep love for music. As a boy he sang in the church choir, and a perceptive lady of the village on hearing him sing presented him with a book of easy operatic arias and of Moore's melo- dies and encouraged him to study music seriously.
In a short time it became apparent that young Christopher Lynch was, as all Rathkeale said, "born to sing." When he felt the time was ripe, he took a public audition at the Savoy Theatre in Limerick. As he stepped before the footlights, the stage, he remembers, felt "like a ten-acre plowed field," but once he started to sing assurance returned, and the audience clamored for encore after encore. In that audience were two friends and admirers of John McCormack's. These men were so im- pressed by the young singer's voice that they thereupon determined to do something substantial about his career. They sent him to Dr. Vincent O'Brien, a distinguished voice teacher and former coach of McCormack's.
Lynch profited not only by this expert training but by the friendship as well of John McCormack who up to the time of his death in 1945 served as the younger man's cordial counsellor. Reports of Christopher Lynch's lovely voice had spread abroad; but he, feeling that more study still was necessary, went to Rome shortly after McCormack's death to coach with Maestro Carlo Morelli. Lynch's engagement, sight un- seen, for a series of weekly pro- grams on an American national radio network is a matter of his- tory. It was done on the basis of test recordings made abroad and shipped to the United States.
For his first Columbia recordings Christopher Lynch has chosen nine delightful songs of his native land, ranging from the sentimental to the gay and humorous. All of these he sings with a consummate ease and vocal beauty that remind the listener of the critical comment on Christopher Lynch that "there is magic in his music to warm the heart and to mist the eyes."
Notes by MORRIS HASTINGS
Rose Of Tralee The Palatine's Daughter. A Little Bit Of Heaven A Ballynure Ballad. When Irish Eyes Are Smiling The Young May Moon You'd Better Ask Me.
Ever since Christopher Lynch made his American debut in the autumn of 1946, critics have been tossing at the minstrel boy from County Limerick, Eire, such phrases as "a true Irish tenor with voice of hauntingly sweet quality," "an Irish lark with blue-eyed charm and good looks," and "he sings Gaelic ballads and folk songs so you can smell the shamrock in them."
The gifted young Irish tenor arrived in the United States-bearing credentials from no less a per- son than the late great John McCormack who had attended Lynch's debut recital in Dublin. On that occasion the elder tenor had exclaimed, "He is the one most likely to succeed me. A very beautiful voice. I have not heard better in a quarter of a century."
Christopher Lynch was born deep in the heart of Eire at Rathkeale where the river Deel flows. There he grew to sturdy young manhood, at one time showing promise of being chosen all-Ireland goalkeeper in the rugged national game of hurley. Along with an enthusiasm for athletics and for horses (his father owns an extensive stud farm) went a deep love for music. As a boy he sang in the church choir, and a perceptive lady of the village on hearing him sing presented him with a book of easy operatic arias and of Moore's melo- dies and encouraged him to study music seriously.
In a short time it became apparent that young Christopher Lynch was, as all Rathkeale said, "born to sing." When he felt the time was ripe, he took a public audition at the Savoy Theatre in Limerick. As he stepped before the footlights, the stage, he remembers, felt "like a ten-acre plowed field," but once he started to sing assurance returned, and the audience clamored for encore after encore. In that audience were two friends and admirers of John McCormack's. These men were so im- pressed by the young singer's voice that they thereupon determined to do something substantial about his career. They sent him to Dr. Vincent O'Brien, a distinguished voice teacher and former coach of McCormack's.
Lynch profited not only by this expert training but by the friendship as well of John McCormack who up to the time of his death in 1945 served as the younger man's cordial counsellor. Reports of Christopher Lynch's lovely voice had spread abroad; but he, feeling that more study still was necessary, went to Rome shortly after McCormack's death to coach with Maestro Carlo Morelli. Lynch's engagement, sight un- seen, for a series of weekly pro- grams on an American national radio network is a matter of his- tory. It was done on the basis of test recordings made abroad and shipped to the United States.
For his first Columbia recordings Christopher Lynch has chosen nine delightful songs of his native land, ranging from the sentimental to the gay and humorous. All of these he sings with a consummate ease and vocal beauty that remind the listener of the critical comment on Christopher Lynch that "there is magic in his music to warm the heart and to mist the eyes."
Notes by MORRIS HASTINGS
Beautiful Rose Of Tralee Song Lyrics
From all of the corners, they gather as one,
Beneath the soft Kerry sun.
With hopes in their hearts and a smile on each face,
They come for a chance, a moment of grace.
They're not born of power, nor born of great might,
Just daughters of Ireland, shining so bright.
From Boston and London, New York and Kildare,
A hope and a promise, a dream they all share.
(Chorus)
Oh, the Rose of Tralee, with the thorns and the bloom,
Dispelling the darkness and lifting the gloom.
A ballad of beauty, a story so true,
For the one who is chosen to stand out anew.
With kindness and charm, and a spirit so grand,
She's the pride of her people and all of the land.
(Verse 2)
There's laughter and music that fills the old square,
As judges look on with a keen, careful stare.
They speak of their passions, the tales of their lives,
The love for their homeland that deep in them thrives.
No crown made of gold, no scepter to hold,
Just a title of honor, a story to be told.
A spirit that’s gentle, a heart that is strong,
Is the reason for which they all sing this song.
(Chorus)
Oh, the Rose of Tralee, with the thorns and the bloom,
Dispelling the darkness and lifting the gloom.
A ballad of beauty, a story so true,
For the one who is chosen to stand out anew.
With kindness and charm, and a spirit so grand,
She's the pride of her people and all of the land.
(Verse 3)
And when the night falls and the winner is named,
A cheer goes up proudly, with voices aflame.
She'll wear the green sash and she'll hold her head high,
With the love of her people beneath the night sky.
But win or lose, they are all roses indeed,
Planting in others a beautiful seed.
A reminder that beauty is not what you see,
But the soul in a person, for all eternity.
(Chorus)
Oh, the Rose of Tralee, with the thorns and the bloom,
Dispelling the darkness and lifting the gloom.
A ballad of beauty, a story so true,
For the one who is chosen to stand out anew.
With kindness and charm, and a spirit so grand,
She's the pride of her people and all of the land.
From all of the corners, they gather as one,
Beneath the soft Kerry sun.
With hopes in their hearts and a smile on each face,
They come for a chance, a moment of grace.
They're not born of power, nor born of great might,
Just daughters of Ireland, shining so bright.
From Boston and London, New York and Kildare,
A hope and a promise, a dream they all share.
(Chorus)
Oh, the Rose of Tralee, with the thorns and the bloom,
Dispelling the darkness and lifting the gloom.
A ballad of beauty, a story so true,
For the one who is chosen to stand out anew.
With kindness and charm, and a spirit so grand,
She's the pride of her people and all of the land.
(Verse 2)
There's laughter and music that fills the old square,
As judges look on with a keen, careful stare.
They speak of their passions, the tales of their lives,
The love for their homeland that deep in them thrives.
No crown made of gold, no scepter to hold,
Just a title of honor, a story to be told.
A spirit that’s gentle, a heart that is strong,
Is the reason for which they all sing this song.
(Chorus)
Oh, the Rose of Tralee, with the thorns and the bloom,
Dispelling the darkness and lifting the gloom.
A ballad of beauty, a story so true,
For the one who is chosen to stand out anew.
With kindness and charm, and a spirit so grand,
She's the pride of her people and all of the land.
(Verse 3)
And when the night falls and the winner is named,
A cheer goes up proudly, with voices aflame.
She'll wear the green sash and she'll hold her head high,
With the love of her people beneath the night sky.
But win or lose, they are all roses indeed,
Planting in others a beautiful seed.
A reminder that beauty is not what you see,
But the soul in a person, for all eternity.
(Chorus)
Oh, the Rose of Tralee, with the thorns and the bloom,
Dispelling the darkness and lifting the gloom.
A ballad of beauty, a story so true,
For the one who is chosen to stand out anew.
With kindness and charm, and a spirit so grand,
She's the pride of her people and all of the land.
