RENALDINE

or The Mountains of Pomeroy



"Oh love," she said, "I'm sore afraid

For the foeman's force and you

For they'll track you in the lowland plain

And all the valley through

My kinsman frowned when you are named

Oh, your life they would destroy

'Oh beware,' they said, 'Of Renaldine

On the mountains of Pomeroy.'"



"Fear not, fear not, my love," he cries

"For the foeman's force and me

For not change shall fall whate'er betide

On the arm that should be free.

Come leave your cruel kith and kin

And with your soldier flee

It's with my gun I will guard you

On the mountains of Pomeroy"



The morn has come, she arose and fled

From her cruel kin and home

And searched the wood all rosy red

And the tumbling torrent's foam

But the rain came down and the tempest roared

And did all around destroy

And a pale drowned bride met Renaldine

On the mountains of Pomeroy



Printed in the Green Mountain Songster

See also REYNDINE

@outlaw @courtship @death

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