Episode 2 Trad Ar Fad!

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# 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 in the gay green-wood

# Was a-waiting her with joy

# Oh, who but her gallant Renardine

# On the mountains of Pomeroy

# "Dear love," she said, "I'm so afraid"

# For the foeman's force and you

# They've tracked you in the lowland plains

# And all the valleys 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

# So, leave your cruel kin and come

# When the lark is in the sky

# And it's with my life I'll guard you

# On the mountains of Pomeroy.

# The morn it broke She rose and fled

# From her cruel kin and kind

# And full of love she's down the glen

# And up the mountainside

# But the mist came down and the tempest roared

# And did all around destroyed

# 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 he kept the cause of freedom safe

# On the mountains of Pomeroy. #

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# I am a rambling Irishman, in Ulster I was born in

# And many's the happy hour

# I spent on the banks of sweet Lough Erne

# But to live poor I could not endure

# As others of my station

# To America I sailed away

# And left this Irish nation

# Rite tan tan nana, tan tan nana

# Rite tan tan nan ooran nan nandy

# The night before I went away

# I spent it with my darling

# From three o'clock in the afternoon

# Till the break of day next morning

# And when that we were going to part

# We lay in each other's arms

# And you may be sure, and very sure

# It wounded both our charms

# Rite tan tan nana, tan tan nana

# Rite tan tan nan ooran nan nandy

# The very first night I slept on board

# I dreamt about my Nancy

# I dreamt I held her in my arms

# And well she pleased my fancy

# But when I awoke out of my sleep

# And I found my bosom was empty

# Well, you may be sure, and very sure

# That I lay discontented

# Rite tan tan nana, tan tan nana

# Rite tan tan nan ooran nan nandy

# When we arrived at the other side

# We were both stout and healthy

# We dropped our anchor in the bay

# Going down to Philadelphia

# So let every lad link with his lass

# Blue jacket and white trousers

# And let every lass link with her lad

# With petticoats and white flounces

# Rite tan tan nana, tan tan nana

# Rite tan tan nan ooran nan nandy

# Rite tan tan nana, tan tan nana

# Rite tan tan nan ooran nan nandy. #

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