Artist: Burl Ives

Title: Brennan on the moor

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Tis of a brave young highwayman, this story we will tell

His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland, he did dwell

'Twas on the Kilworth mountains, he commenced his wild career

And many a noble wealthy man before him shook with fear



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And 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

Now, 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 tenpenny," as soon as Willie spoke

She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak



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 mountain 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 it last was said

By a false hearted woman, he was cruelly betrayed



They took Willie to the crossroads and there they hung him high

But still they say that in the night, there's some that see him ride

They see him with his bluderbuss all in the midnight chill

As all along the King's Highway rides Willie Brennan still