Sometimes we are gifted men like James to lighten up the world and make us all that bit happier…So sad they can’t stay with us forever.. suaimhneas sioraí dà anam.
I hadn't heard this song until today. At least as far as I remember though as a child on holiday in Tyrone (from Scotland) I must have heard a lot of folk songs on family get together evneings on the farm near Capagh about 50 odd years ago. Tempus fugit. A nice song and melody.Thanks for sharing this.
I second that, I've never heard anyone sing it better live or otherwise, I've had the pleasure of hearing him sing this whilst sat opposite him at a session.. The Begley family are incredibly talented and I love having a tune with them ..
@@sentimentaloldme I play Whistle, Flute and a bit of UIillean pipes, I play this tune as an air becomes its such a great melody. I never knew the tune until I heard Seamus sing it..
I've loved this song for over 60 years... The only problem about singing it in a pub environment is getting people to keep quiet because of all the verses in the song.
For those who like to sing along, here are the lyrics: The Mountains Of Pomeroy Dr. G. Sigerson 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. Full often in the dawning hour, Full oft in twilight brown He met the maid in the woodland bow'r, Where the stream comes rolling 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. An outlawed man in a land forlorn, He scorned to turn and fly, But he kept the cause of freedom safe Up 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." An outlawed man in a land forlorn, He scorned to turn and fly, But kept the cause of freedom safe Up 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." An outlawed man in a land forlorn, He scorned to turn and fly, But he kept the cause of freedom safe Up 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 did all around destroy; And a pale, drowned bride met 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 of Pomeroy.
WE HAVE a great singer at our sessions Dennis Carmody, and I always play this, as a march to introduce us to Dennis singing Roddy McCorley. I can see by this great singing, I have been doing it an injustice. My only excuse is I learned it on whistle 70 years ago as a march🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐
a very nice performance of a beautiful song. I looked the text up and this is part of what I found: Chorus: An outlawed man in a land forlorn He scorned to turn and fly But kept the cause of freedom safe Upon the mountains high first three stanzas: 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" The whole song text is in the internet
So many, so many. To many to name even one. And to think we never hear one song on main stream media or TV ?. Strangers still in control ? So many great songs and none to be heard 🙈
They used to play it in croke Park at half time along with other music pertaining to the two teams playing..... much better entertainment than all the blather that’s “in” now at half time. The Artane boys band...
Sometimes we are gifted men like James to lighten up the world and make us all that bit happier…So sad they can’t stay with us forever.. suaimhneas sioraí dà anam.
I danced to this great old song in the late forties in Derrygonnelly Co Fermanagh it brings alot of memories
Omg he just gives me goosebumps every time... Beannachtai Seamus Beaglaich Agus oiche Mhaith
Gorgeous rendering of this old song, what a beautiful voice.
What a Beautiful & lovely song and Wonderful singing Seamus ...
_Tá an amhrán seo go hálainn ar fad...agus Séamus ag canadh...go hiontach...♥_
I hadn't heard this song until today. At least as far as I remember though as a child on holiday in Tyrone (from Scotland) I must have heard a lot of folk songs on family get together evneings on the farm near Capagh about 50 odd years ago. Tempus fugit. A nice song and melody.Thanks for sharing this.
Brilliant combination of Seamus Begley singing and Jim Murray's guitar
God I just love the raw beauty and depth in this mans vocals, Id love to play the pipes for him one day on that particular song!!
Best version in my humble opinion. The beautiful guitar playing compliments the great vocals from Séamus.
I second that, I've never heard anyone sing it better live or otherwise, I've had the pleasure of hearing him sing this whilst sat opposite him at a session.. The Begley family are incredibly talented and I love having a tune with them ..
@@markkavanagh4457 I learned this song as a child.,,,A beauty...
@@sentimentaloldme I play Whistle, Flute and a bit of UIillean pipes, I play this tune as an air becomes its such a great melody. I never knew the tune until I heard Seamus sing it..
Beautiful song, haunting tune. What a great version
Beautiful song!
Heard Seamus at the fleadh in Sligo singing this Tyrone song! From a Tyrone girl it was a proud moment!
I've loved this song for over 60 years... The only problem about singing it in a pub environment is getting people to keep quiet because of all the verses in the song.
What’s the song about? Who was Renardine and why was he on the run?
Beautiful performance Seamus & Jim
For those who like to sing along, here are the lyrics:
The Mountains Of Pomeroy
Dr. G. Sigerson
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.
Full often in the dawning hour,
Full oft in twilight brown
He met the maid in the woodland bow'r,
Where the stream comes rolling 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.
An outlawed man in a land forlorn,
He scorned to turn and fly,
But he kept the cause of freedom safe
Up 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."
An outlawed man in a land forlorn,
He scorned to turn and fly,
But kept the cause of freedom safe
Up 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."
An outlawed man in a land forlorn,
He scorned to turn and fly,
But he kept the cause of freedom safe
Up 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 did all around destroy;
And a pale, drowned bride met 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 of Pomeroy.
Thank you, what a singer
WE HAVE a great singer at our sessions Dennis Carmody, and I always play this, as a march to introduce us to Dennis singing Roddy McCorley. I can see by this great singing, I have been doing it an injustice. My only excuse is I learned it on whistle 70 years ago as a march🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐
Lovely singing
❤
a very nice performance of a beautiful song. I looked the text up and this is part of what I found:
Chorus: An outlawed man in a land forlorn
He scorned to turn and fly
But kept the cause of freedom safe
Upon the mountains high
first three stanzas:
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"
The whole song text is in the internet
Genial
So many, so many. To many to name even one.
And to think we never hear one song on main stream media or TV ?. Strangers still in control ? So many great songs and none to be heard 🙈
Some version
They used to play it in croke Park at half time along with other music pertaining to the two teams playing..... much better entertainment than all the blather that’s “in” now at half time. The Artane boys band...
Galanta
I miss the squeaky door.
What a loss Séamus Begley.
Go fior alainn
Can't wait to play with Seamus again, see yez at Nellie's...
Lovely singing