Oh it's of a brave young highway man 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 noble man 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 went down He met the Mayor of Cashel, a mile outside the 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 She said, "Hand to me that tenpenny", as soon as Willie spoke She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak.
And it's Brennan On The Moor, Brennan On The Moor Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan On The Moor.
Then with this loaded Blunderbuss, the truth I will unfold He made the Mayor to tremble and 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.
And it's 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 mountain high With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try He Laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said By a falsehearted he was cruelly betrayed.
And it's Brennan On The Moor, Brennan On The Moor Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan On The Moor.