It’s of a brave young highwayman, this story I will tell
His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell
Upon the Kilworth Mountains, he commenced his wild career
And many a wealthy nobleman before him shook with fear
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 Cashiell a mile outside of town
The mayor he knew his features and 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 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 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 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 |
