Oh it's of a brave young highway man 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 wealthy noble man before him shook with fear.
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 went down
He met the Mayor of Cashel, a mile outside the 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.
And it's Brennan On The Moor, Brennan On The Moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan On The Moor.
Now Brennan's wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy
And when she saw her Willie she commenced to weep and cry
She said, "Hand to me that tenpenny", as soon as Willie spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak.
For young Brennan On The Moor, Brennan On The Moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan On The Moor.
Then with this 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
So he with horse and saddle to the mountains did repair.
Did young Brennan On The Moor, Brennan On The Moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan On The Moor.
Now Brennan being an outlaw upon the mountain high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He Laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a falsehearted he was cruelly betrayed.
And it's Brennan On The Moor, Brennan On The Moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan On The Moor