Marlboro Family/Benedicta/The Rose of Tralee

The pale moon was rising above the green mountains,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea;
When I strayed into the midst of a black demon horde,
That massed 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 steel in her hand and the fight in her eyes,
that made me love Benny, the Rose of Tralee.

The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading,
And Benny, all smiling, blades sharp as can be;
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding,
When my hear was won by 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 strength of her arm and curve of her mouth,
that made me love Benny, the Rose of Tralee.

In the far fields of Pomatin, 'mid wars dreadful thunders,
Her voice was a solace and comfort to me,
But the command of a king has now rent us asunder,
I'm lonely tonight for 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 her skill at arms and the fire in her eyes,
that made me love Benny, the Rose of Tralee.