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 filename[ RENDINE2 SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===