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