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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. 137 |
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biddy Mccarty.
Kind friends, if you'll listen, I'll sing you a song,'
And one that I hope you'li be pleased at. I'm not very fat, but then what of that?
I'm a person that's not to be sneezed at. Now, I don't weigh as much as a fish-ball,
Though once I was fat, plump and hearty; For I'm pining away, since I met with, one day,
A peanut girl—Biddy McCarty. For I'm pining away, since I met with, one day,
A peanut giri—Biddy McCarty.
Miss Biddy and I used to meet on the sly,
I'd treat her whenever she'd ax it; Each day, on the street, Miss Biddy I'd meet,
Going round, peddling nuts in a basket. Sure, I thought I was ail right with her then,
When I took her, one night, to a party; There a butcher so stout, oh! he cut me right out,
And he stole away Biddy McCarty. There a butcher so stout, oh! he cut me right out,
And he stole away Biddy McCarty. |
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BRENNAN ON THE MOOR.
It's of a famous highwayman a story I will tell; His name was Willy Brennan, in Ireland he did dwell; And on the Kilworth mountains he commenced his wild career. Where many a wealthy gentleman before him shook with fear. Chorus.—Brennan on the Moor, Brennan on the Moor,
Bold and undaunted stood young Brennan on the Moor. A brace of loaded pistols he carried night and day; He never robbed a poor man upon the king's highway. But what he'd taken from the rich, like Turpin and Black Bess, He always did divide it with the widow in distress.
Chorus.—Brennan on the Moor, etc. One night he robbed a packman, of the name of Pedlar Bawn; They traveled together till the day began to dawn; The pediar seeing his money gone, likewise his watch and chain, He at once encountered Brennan and robbed him back again.
Chorus.—Brennan on the Moor, etc. Now, Brennan, seeing the pedlar as good a man as he, He says, "My worthy hero, will you come along with me?" The pediar, being stout-hearted, he threw his pack away, And he proved a loyal comrade until his dying day.
Chorus.—Brennan on the Moor, etc. One day on the highway, as Willy he sat down, He met the Mayor of Cashel a mile outside the town; The Mayor, he knew his features—"I think, young man," said he, "Your name is Wiliy Brennan—you must come along with me."
Chorus.—Brennan on the Moor, etc. As Brennan's wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy, When she saw her Willy, she began to weep and cry; He says, "Give me that tenpenny." As soon as Willy spoke, She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak.
Chorus.—Brennan on the Moor, etc. Then with his 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, And he, with his horse and saddle, to the mountain did repair.
Chorus.—Brennan on the Moor, etc. Then Brennan, being an outlaw upon the mountain high, The cavalry and infantry to take him they did try; He laughed at them with scorn, until at length, it's said, By a false-hearted woman he basely was betrayed.
Chorus.—Brennan on the Moor, etc. |
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