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
he commenced his wild career
And many a wealthy no bleman
before him shook with fear
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
Now Brennan's wife had gone
to town provisions for to buy
And when she saw her Willie she
commenced to weep and cry
Said, Hand to me that tenpenny,
as soon as Willie spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss from
underneath her cloak
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
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 woman he
was cruelly betrayed
They hanged Brennan at the crossroads,
in chains he hung and dried
But still they say that, in the
night, some do see him ride
They see him with his blunderbuss,
all in the midnight chill
Along, along the King's
highway rides Willie Brennan still!