Just one more thing on the song "Mountains of Pomeroy". Remember I
told you about the chorus? My advice would be don't sing the chorus
after every verse . Sing it only 2 or 3 times.

Regards

Frank Finn
--- In traditionalirishsinging@yahoogroups.com, "James McDermott"
<jtmcdermott@h...> wrote:
> That's IT! You rock. Thank you!
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: Alice Flynn
> To: traditionalirishsinging@yahoogroups.com
> Sent: Wednesday, March 19, 2003 12:06 PM
> Subject: Re: [Traditional Irish Singing] The Mountains of Pommeroy
>
>
> I found this on the internet at
> http://celtic-lyrics.com/lyrics.php?ID=339
> is it the song you want?
> Pomeroy has one "m" so maybe that would
> help in searching.
>
> Alice Flynn
> ---------------
>
> Mountains Of Pomeroy, The
>
> Dr. G. Sigerson
>
> The morn was breaking bright and fair,
> The lark sang in the sky,
> Wheb 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 bow'r,
> 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.
> --- jtmcdmott <jtmcdermott@h...> wrote:
> > Hello,
> >
> > I came across this group as I was looking for Lyrics
> > to a Song called,
> > "The Mountains Of Pommeroy". I was wondering if
> > anyone has ever come
> > across it? I first heard if from De Danaan's
> > Hibernian Rhapsody
> > album. I generally stick to Bodhran and a little
> > banjo and whistle
> > but every once in a while a song hits me that I
> > really like. This is
> > one of them. The problem is I can't find the lyrics
> > and I can't quite
> > transcribe from the album because it's somewhat
> > unclear and I would
> > hate to try to sing this with a poor translation.
> >
> > Hope you can help,
> >
> > Jim McDermott
>
>
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