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8 Now Brennan he is an outlaw all on some mountain high, With infantry and cavalry to take him they did try;
He laughed at them and scorned them until, it was said, By a false-hearted woman he was cruelly betrayed, Oh, it's Brennan on the moor.
9 In the county of Tipperary in a place called High Moor, Where Brennan and his comrades, it's they had suffered sore; They lay upon the green grass that grew upon the field, And nine wounds they did receive before they would yield, Oh, it's Brennan on the moor.
10 Now, Brennan, he is taken, in strong irons he is bound, Straightaway they marched him, high walls him did surround; When the jury found him guilty the Judge made this reply,
"For robbing on the King's Highway you are both condemned to die," Oh, it's Brennan on the moor.
11 "Farewell, my dear wife, and likewise my children three, And my poor old father who may shed tears for me,
And my poor old mother who will wring her hands and cry, Saying, <I wish, Willie Brennan, in the cradle you had died.' " Oh, it's Brennan on the moor.
Chorus:
Brennan on the moor,
Bold, gay, and undaunted, stood young Brennan on the moor. |
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