Fleadh TV 2017 | Bow Bros | The Mountains of Pomeroy 

I loved it all and loved too when the bohrán came in.

I close my eyes and jut listen. That is how I enjoy this music. We do not need endless flashing bright lights.

I can listen to music all the way from my native Kerry to Tyrone. But I love this.

As a Tyrone man living on Vancouver Island, this tune brings some great memories. Well done brothers and friends

They Hayden brothers are as good as it gets.

I’m a violin 🎻 player and I love ❤️ this song 🎶 and they play this so well

so much talent in those hands

Just watched 10 versions of this beautiful tune, and this is the best

For me now these own "The Mountains of Pomeroy". Brilliant.

great tunes last night, irish trad music at its best

Was beside stage that night magical is all I can say

Beautiful Mountains

Beautiful music

Great stuff and if you want to hum along here are the words: The Mountains Of PomeroyDr. G. SigersonThe morn was breaking bright and fair, The lark sang in the sky, Where 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. An outlawed man in a land forlorn, He scorned to turn and fly, But kept the cause of freedom safe Up on the mountains high. Full often in the dawning hour, Full oft in twilight brown He met the maid in the woodland bow'r, Where the stream comes foaming 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. "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." "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." The morn has come, she rose and fled From her cruel kin and home; And bright the wood, and rosy red, And the dumbling 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. These lyrics may or may not be copyrighted!

Beautiful🥰

"GOOSEBUMPS"...OMG....

Tir eoghain for Sam 2021🇲🇹

The blue flashing lights are a pure disctration. They ruin the quiet parts of "The Mountain of Pomeroy" for me.

Up Trone 🙌🇮🇪

rockin'!!anybody know the name of first reel?

Faster please

Faster ? Oh god know beaufilul