Songs and Poems by George Sigerson :: :: University of Virginia Library

The morn 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 gay greenwood
Was waiting her with joy?
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
Upon the Mountains high.

Full often in the dawning hour,
Full oft in the twilight brown,
He met the maid in the twilight bower,
Where the stream comes foaming down.
For they were faithful in a love
No wars could e'er destroy,
Nor tyrant's law touch 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
Upon the Mountains high.

“Dear love,” she said, “I'm sore afraid,
For the foeman's force and you;
They've tracked you in the lowland glade,
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.’”
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, sweetheart,” he said,
Fear not the foe for me;
No chains shall fall, whate'er betide,
On the arm which will be free.
O, leave your cruel kin, and come
When the lark is in the sky;
And 'tis with my gun I'll guard you,
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
Upon the Mountains high.