We would celebrate 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 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 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."

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 ten-penny,"
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 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,

Did young 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 false-hearted woman
He was cruelly betrayed,

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

Writer(s): TOMMY MAKEM, PAT CLANCY, LIAM CLANCY, TOM CLANCY<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com