Rose Of Tralee Lyrics
On the far fields of india, mid war's bloody thunder, her voice was a solace and.
When i strayed with my love to. 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. You'd better sharpen your pencil.
In the far fields of india, ‘mid wars dreadful thunders, her voice was a solace and comfort to me, but the chill hand of death has now.
You're goin' to be busy little woman. She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me; In the far fields of india, ‘mid wars dreadful thunders, her voice was a solace and comfort to me, but the chill hand of death has now. Web that made me love mary, the rose of tralee.
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