In 1957 in a place called Harty's Bar

Some men came together to lure expats from afar

And also to boost tourism on the days of the horse racing meets

So people came from across the globe and partied in the streets

In the early 60s it was open to woman from Kerry not just the town

Then in '67 all Irish girls were welcome to compete for the crown

Winners must adhere to certain set conditions

From intellect, heritage, and to all their ambitions

Judges choose their winner based on how much they resemble Mary

For she was the one the song was written for the original Rose of Tralee

Hidden in the lyrics is the secret to win the prize

But I know a girl who wins hands down the girl with the gorgeous grey eyes

For me it's a no brainier no other girl even comes near

In my eyes there's only one competitor and she will win every year

For there's no one fairer or sweeter no one I have met that is true

No one I write these poems for in my attempts to woo

So next year I'll turn up in my tux and you'll wear a beautiful gown

And I'll be the happiest man alive when your head is adorned with the crown

I hope you like this poem I've penned for you, my girl across the sea

The most beautiful woman I've ever known my sweet Rose of Tralee