Brennan on the Moorby trad
His [C] name was Willie Brennan and in [F] Ireland he did [C] dwell.
'Twas [C] on the Kilwood Mtns. he com- [F] menced his wild ca- [C] reer,
And [F] many a wealthy nobleman be- [C] fore him shook with [Em] fear.
And it's [C] Brennan on the moor, [Em] Brennan on the moor,
Bold [F] brave and un- [C] daunted was young [G7] Brennan on the [C] moor.)
One day upon the highway, as Willie he went down
He met the mayor of Cashel, a mile outside of 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."
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 ten-penny," as soon as Willie spoke,
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak
Now with his 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,
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 false-hearted woman he was cruelly betrayed,
They took Brennan to the crossroads and there young Brennan died...
But still they say that in the night, some do see him ride...
They see him with his blunderbuss all in the midnight chill
As all along the King's highway... rides Willie Brennan still!
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