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The Mountains of Pomeroy
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Brendan Nolan
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2007 Ould Sagosha Music
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April 05, 2007
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MP3 5.7 MB, 128 kbps, 6:16
Story behind the song
From "Walton's Treasury Of Irish Songs and Ballads". This air is lovely whether sung or played as an instrumental. I've altered some of the words in the last verse of the song. The original line "a pale drowned bride met Renardine" never quite fell off my lips properly.
Lyrics
by Dr. George Sigerson 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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