The Mountains of Pomeroy (Irish Trad. O Neills 540) (Traditional melody)


The Mountains of Pomeroy (Irish Trad. O Neills 540) (Traditional melody)

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The dawn was breaking bright and fair
The lark sang in the sky
When the maid she bound her golden hair
With a blithe glance in her eye
For who beyond the grey-green wood
Was awaiting her with joy
Oh, who but her gallant Renardine
On the mountains of Pomeroy

Full often in the dawning hour
Full oft in the twilight brown
He met the maid in the woodland bower
Where the stream comes rushing down
For they were faithful and in love
No wars could e'er destroy
No tyrants laws touched Renardine
In the Mountains of Pomeroy

"My love," she said, "I'm sore afraid,
For the foeman's force and you
They've tracked you in the lowland plain
And all the valley through
My kinsmen frown when you are named
Your life they would destroy"
"Beware", they say, "of Renardine
In the Mountains of Pomeroy"

An outlawed man in a land forlorn
He scorned to turn and fly
But kept the cause of freedom safe
Upon the mountains high

"Fear not, fear not, my love," he cried
"Fear not the foe for me
No chain shall fall, what e'er betide
On the arm that would be free
Oh, leave your cruel kin and come
When the lark is in the sky
And it's with my life I will guard you
On the mountains of Pomeroy"

The morn has come, she rose and fled
From her cruel kin and home
And bright the wood and rosy red
And the tumbling torrent's foam
But the mist came down and the
tempest roared
And all around did destroy
And she was lost, the brave love of Renardine
On the mountains of Pomeroy

An outlawed man in a land forlorn
He scorned to turn and fly
And lost his love on that fateful day
In the mountains of Pomeroy
An outlawed man in a land forlorn
He scorned to turn and fly
But kept the cause of freedom safe
Upon the mountains high


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