Brennan On The Moor

‘Tis of a brave young highwayman
This story I will tell
His name was Willie Brennan
And in Ireland he did dwell
It was on the Kilwood Mountains
He commenced his wild career
And many a wealthy noble man
Before him shook with fear

Oh, it’s Brennan on the moor
Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted
Was young Brennan on the moor

One day upon the highway
As Willie he went down
He met the Mayor of Cashell
A mile outside the town
The mayor he knew his features
And he said: “Young man”, said he
“Your name is Willie Brennan
You must come along with me”

And it’s Brennan on the moor
Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted
Was young Brennan on the moor

Now Brennan’s wife had gone to town
Provisions for to buy
And when she saw her Willie
She commenced to weep and cry
Said: “Hand to me that tenpenny”
As soon as Willie spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss
From underneath her cloak

For young Brennan on the moor
Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted
Was young Brennan on the moor

Now with this loaded blunderbuss
The truth I will unfold
He made the mayor to tremble
And he robbed him of his gold
One hundred pounds was offered
For his apprehension there
So he, with horse and saddle
To the mountains did repair

Did Brennan on the moor
Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted
Was young Brennan on the moor

Now Brennan being an outlaw
Upon the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry
To take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn
Until at last, ’twas said
By a woman false of heart
He was cruelly betrayed

Was Brennan on the moor
Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted
Was young Brennan on the moor