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2 A brace of loaded pistols he carried night and day.
But he never robbed a poor man all on the King's Highway; He robbed from the rich like Dick Turpin and Sam Bass, And he always divided with the widows in distress, Oh, it's Brennan on the moor.
3 He robbed a noted peddler by the name ot Juley Ponds, And they traveled on together till day began to dawn,
When the peddler found his money gone, likewise his watch and chain. He at once assaulted Brennan, and he robbed him back again, Oh, it's Brennan on the moor.
4 When Brennan found the peddler was as good a man as he, He took him on the King's Highway, companion for to be ; The peddler threw his package away without any more delay, And he proved a faithful com-er-ade until his dying day, Oh, it's Brennan on the moor. |
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5 It was upon King's Mountain, as Brennan he sat down,
He met the Mayor of Moorland, three miles outside of town, The Mayor he knew Brennan, and, "I think," says he, a Your name is Willie Brennan, you must come along with me," Oh, it's Brennan on the moor. |
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6 Brennan's wife was going downtown some provisions for to buy, When she saw her Willie taken, she began to weep and cry; Said he, "Hand me that tenpenny," and, as soon as Willie spoke, She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak,
Oh, it's Brennan on the moor.
7 Now Brennan got his blunderbuss, my story I'll unfold, He caused the Mayor to tremble and deliver up his gold; Five thousand pounds were offered for his apprehension there, But Brennan and the peddler to the mountains did repair, Oh, it's Brennan on the moor.
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