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 Mountain he commenced his wild career And many a wealthy nobleman before him shook with fear Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor Bold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the 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 Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor Bold, brave 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 Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor Bold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor Now with this loaded blunderbuss - the truth I will unfold - He made the mayor 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 Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor Bold, brave 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 false-hearted woman he was cruelly betrayed It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor Bold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor