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Now it's about a brave young Highwayman a story I will tell
His name was Willie Brennan, and in Ireland he did dwell
'Twas on the Kildass mountains he commenced his bold career
And many a wealthy nobleman did fall and shook with fear

Chorus:

And its Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor
Oh brave and undaunted was young Brennan on the moor
A brace of loaded pistols he carried night and day
He never robbed a poor man along the Kings highway
And all that he had taken, like Turpin and Black Bess
He always did divide it with the widow in distress

Chorus

One day he met a peddler, his name was Fillard Brown
They both threw down together as the day turned into dark
The peddler seen his money gone like wallet watch an chain
He soon caught up with Brennan and he robbed him back again

Chorus

Now Willie saw this peddler was as good a man as he
He engaged him on the highway, his companion for to be
The peddler threw away his pack without anymore delay
And Greeted a faithful companion until his dying day

Chorus

One day on the highway as Willie he sat down
He met the squire of Keschel a mile outside of town
The Squire knew his features, "I think young man" said he
"Your name is Willie Brennan, you must come away with me

Chorus

Now Willie's wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy
And when she saw young Willie, she began to weep and cry
He Said" Hand me a timpani" as soon as Willie spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her coat

Chorus

Now with that loaded blunderbuss the Truth I will unfold
He made the squire to tremble, and robbed him of his gold
One Hundred Sovereigns offered for his apprehension there
And with his horse and saddle to the mountains did repair

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Brennan on the Moor

Traditional
Midi: http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/lookup.cgi?ti=BRENMOOR&tt=BRENMOOR

'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 that he commenced his wild career
And many a wealthy nobleman before him shook with fear.

Chorus:
It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor.
Bold, brave and undaunted, was young Brennan on the moor.

Chorus

Now Brennan's wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy;
And when she saw her Willie, she commenced to weep and cry.
He said, "Hand to me that tenpenny", as soon as Willie spoke,
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

Willie Brennan was the Irish Robin Hood in the late 1700s in County Cork.

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Brennan on the Moor

Traditional

Midi: http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/lookup.cgi?ti=BRENMOOR&tt=BRENMOOR

'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 that he commenced his wild career
And many a wealthy nobleman before him shook with fear.

Chorus:
It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor.
Bold, brave and undaunted, was young Brennan on the moor.

One day upon the highway as young Willie he went down,
He met the mayor of Cashiell, 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.

Chorus

Now Brennan's wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy;
And when she saw her Willie, she commenced to weep and cry.
He said, "Hand to me that tenpenny", as soon as Willie spoke,
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak.

Chorus
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.

Chorus
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.

Chorus

Willie Brennan was the Irish Robin Hood in the late 1700s in County Cork.

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Bunclody Cuckoo

Oh were I at the moss house where the birds do increase
At the foot of the Mount Leinster or some silent place
Near the streams of Bunclody where all pleasures do meet
And all I would ask is one kiss from my sweet.

Chorus: Oh the cuckoo is a pretty bird and it sings as it flies
It brings us good tidings and it tells us no lies
It sucks the young birds eggs to make its voice clear
And it never cries Cuckoo 'till the summer is near.

Oh if I were a clerk and could write a good hand
I would write my love a letter so she'd understand
I am a young fellow who's wounded in love
I live in Bunclody but now I must leave.

If I was a singing bird then I would fly
To yon shady arbor where my true love does lie
I'd sing her a sweet song and maybe she'd cry
Then on her soft bosom contented I'd die.

My love always slights me as you understand
Because she has riches and I have no land

( O'er the sea now )
I'm going to America my fortune to try
But when I think on Bunclody I am ready to die.

Bridget O'Malley
(Traditional- From Silly Wizard: So many Partings)

Oh Bridget O'Malley you left my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation I'd have you to know
It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go

The white Moon above the pale sands, the pale stars above the thorn tree
Are cold beside my darling but no purer than she
I gaze upon the cold moon, till the stars drown in the warm sea
And the bright eyes of my darling are never on me

My Sunday is weary, my Sunday it is grey now
My heart is a cold thing, my heart is a stone
All joy is dead in me, my life has gone away now
Another has taken my love for his own

The day it is approaching, when we were to be married
And it's rather I would die than live only to grieve
Oh meet me my darling ere the sun sets o'er the barley
And I'll meet you there on the road to Drumsleey

Oh Bridget O'Malley you left my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation I'd have you to know
It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go
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The Broom of the Cowdenknows
(Traditional- From Silly Wizard: Caledonias Hearty Sons)
http://www.contemplator.com/folk2/broom.html

How blithe was I each morn to see
My love come o'er the hill.
I jumped the stream, and she flew to me,
And met me with good will.

CHORUS
Oh, the broom, the bonny, bonny broom,
The broom of the Cowdenknows.
I wish I was in my own homeland,
There with my own true love.

I worried not for ewes or lambs,
While both our flocks near me lay.
I gathered in our sheep at night,
And she cheered me all the day.

CHORUS

She tuned her harp, and strummed so sweet,
The birds stood listening by.
E'en the dull cattle stood and gazed,
Charmed by her melody.

CHORUS

While, thus, we spent our time by turns,
Betwixt our flocks and play,
I envied not the fairest lad,
Though ne'er so rich and gay.

CHORUS

She did oblige me every hour,
Could I but faithful be?
She stole my heart, could I refuse,
What e'er she asked of me?

CHORUS

Hard fate that I should banished be,
Gang heavily with morn,
Because I loved the dearest lass,
That ever yet was born.

CHORUS

Adieu, ye Cowdenknows adieu,
Farewell all pleasures there.
Ye gods restore me to my love
Is all I want or care.
Oh, the broom, the bonny, bonny broom,

The broom of the Cowdenknows.
Ye, gods, restore me to my homeland.
And to my ain true love.
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