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| Irish' Music |
| Brennan On The Moor |
| It was once said to me, and has been voiced by many - that the only difference between the Scots and the Irish is that the Scots stopped fighting. My response to my Irish friends is that we stopped fighting for good reason. After putting OUR king on THEIR throne, WE thought WE had won ! Sadly the Scots have now spent four centuries wondering what happened ?? Perhaps NOW is the time to peacefully right the wrongs of the past. |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
'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 nobleman Before him shook with fear Chorus: 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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 He was cruelly betrayed Chorus |