Mountains of Pomeroy


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

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

Full often in the dawning hour
Full oft in twilight brown
He met the maid in the woodland bower
Where the stream comes foaming down
For they were faithful in a love
No wars could e’er destroy
No tyrant’s law touched Renardine
On the mountains of Pomeroy

‘Dear love’ she said ‘l’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
On the mountains of Pomeroy’

‘Fear not, fear not, sweetheart’ he cried
‘Fear not the foe for me
No chain shall fall, whate’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 gun, I’ll 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 dumbling torrent’s foam
But the mist came down and the tempest roared
And did all around destroy
And a pale, drowned bride met Renardine
On the mountains of Pomeroy


Mountains of Pomeroy are a small range of hills that run west of the town of Pomeroy in County Tyrone. The area around the mountain range is scenic, with a variety of moorland, forestry and rural farming. Written by Dr. G. Sigerson, this song is about the “Renardine”, or outlawed Fox of the Pomeroy Mountains

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