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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 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 the truth in her eye ever beaming That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee. The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading And Mary all smiling was listening to me The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding 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 won me Oh no! 'Twas the the truth in her eye ever beaming That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- possibly by Charles William Glover (1806 - 1863), "The Rose of Tralee" [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Roger Quilter (1877 - 1953), "The Rose of Tralee", 1941 [ voice and piano ], Ascherberg, Hopwood and Crew ; an arrangement of a melody by Charles Glover [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "La rosa di Tralee", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2010-01-10
Line count: 16
Word count: 151
La pallida luna si levava sul monte nell'azzurro del mare il sole sparì, quando stavo con il mio amore presso la fonte che sgorgava chiara nella valle di Tralee. Lei era bella come una rosa d'estate ma non fu solo la sua bellezza che mi colpì. Oh no! Fu per la luce del suo sguardo sincero che ho amato Mary, la rosa di Tralee. Le ombre serali calavano fresche Mary, tutta sorridente, mi ascoltava parlare, la pallida luna illuminava la valle, la Rosa di Tralee mi diede il suo cuore. E pure se era bella come una rosa d'estate, non fu solo la sua bellezza che mi colpì. Oh no! Fu per la luce del suo sguardo sincero che ho amato Mary, la rosa di Tralee.
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- Translation from English to Italian (Italiano) copyright © 2010 by Ferdinando Albeggiani, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in English possibly by C. (or E.) Mordaunt Spencer
This text was added to the website: 2010-01-11
Line count: 16
Word count: 126