It's of a brave young highwayman a story I 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 nobleman 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 up on the mountain as Willie he came 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
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, I then produced my rapier
Saying stand and deliver for you are my bold deceiver
Musha ring Dom a do dum a da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore she never would deceive me
But the devil take that woman cause she never can be easy
Musha ring Dom a do dum a da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
Fare thee well my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu
For we're going away from the holy ground and the girls we all love true
We will sail the salt seas over and we'll return for shore
To see again the girls we love and the Holy Ground once more
Fine girl you are!
You're the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see
The Holy Ground once more
Fine Girl you are!
And now the storm is over and we are safe and well
We will go into a public house and we sit and drink our fill
We will drink strong ale and porter and make the rafters roar
And when our money is all spent we will go to sea once more
Fine girl you are!
You're the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see
The Holy Ground once more
Fine Girl you are!
The Musketeers - Outlaws, Sailors and Whiskey Lyrics
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It's of a brave young highwayman a story I 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 nobleman 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 up on the mountain as Willie he came 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
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, I then produced my rapier
Saying stand and deliver for you are my bold deceiver
Musha ring Dom a do dum a da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore she never would deceive me
But the devil take that woman cause she never can be easy
Musha ring Dom a do dum a da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
Fare thee well my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu
For we're going away from the holy ground and the girls we all love true
We will sail the salt seas over and we'll return for shore
To see again the girls we love and the Holy Ground once more
Fine girl you are!
You're the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see
The Holy Ground once more
Fine Girl you are!
And now the storm is over and we are safe and well
We will go into a public house and we sit and drink our fill
We will drink strong ale and porter and make the rafters roar
And when our money is all spent we will go to sea once more
Fine girl you are!
You're the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see
The Holy Ground once more
Fine Girl you are!
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 nobleman 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 up on the mountain as Willie he came 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
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, I then produced my rapier
Saying stand and deliver for you are my bold deceiver
Musha ring Dom a do dum a da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore she never would deceive me
But the devil take that woman cause she never can be easy
Musha ring Dom a do dum a da
Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o
There's whiskey in the jar
Fare thee well my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu
For we're going away from the holy ground and the girls we all love true
We will sail the salt seas over and we'll return for shore
To see again the girls we love and the Holy Ground once more
Fine girl you are!
You're the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see
The Holy Ground once more
Fine Girl you are!
And now the storm is over and we are safe and well
We will go into a public house and we sit and drink our fill
We will drink strong ale and porter and make the rafters roar
And when our money is all spent we will go to sea once more
Fine girl you are!
You're the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see
The Holy Ground once more
Fine Girl you are!
Writer: Billy Morrissey
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Copyright: Lyrics © BARDIS MUSIC, USA ATTN: PETER BARDON