Brennan On The Moor Chords

[C]Tis of a brave young highwayman this [G7]story I will[C] tellHis[C] name was Willie Brennan and in [F]Ireland he did[C] dwellIt was[Am] on the Kilwood Mountain he com[F]menced his wild car[C]eerAnd[F] many a wealthy nobleman be[C]fore him shook with[Em] fear

[C]Brennan on the moor,[Em] Brennan on the moorBold, [F]brave un[C]daunted was young [G7]Brennan on the[C] moor

One day upon the highway as young Willie he went downHe met the mayor of Cashiell a mile outside of townThe mayor he knew his features and he said, Young man, said heYour name is Willie Brennan, you must come along with me

Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moorBold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor

Now Brennan's wife had gone to town provisions for to buyAnd when she saw her Willie she commenced to weep and crySaid, Hand to me that tenpenny, as soon as Willie spokeShe handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak

Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moorBold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor

Now with this loaded blunderbuss - the truth I will unfold -He made the mayor tremble and he robbed him of his goldOne hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension thereSo he, with horse and saddle to the mountains did repair

Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moorBold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor

Now Brennan being an outlaw upon the mountains highWith cavalry and infantry to take him they did tryHe laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas saidBy a false-hearted woman he was cruelly betrayed

It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moorBold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor

[Chorus]Her[D] eyes they shone like diamonds,you think she was queen of the[A7] land.With her[D] hair thrown over her shoulder,tied[A] up with a black velvet[D] band.[1]As I went walking down Broadway,not intending to stay very long,I met with this frolicksome damsel,as she came tripping along.[2]A watch she took from his pocket,and slipped it right into my hand,On the very first day that I met her,bad luck to the black velvet band.[3]Before the judge and jury,next morning we had to appear,A gentleman claimed his jewellery,and the case against us was clear,[4]Seven long years transportation,right down to ''Van Diemen's Land''Far away from my friends and companions,betrayed by the black velvet band, [Chorus after every verse]

You[D] may travel far,[G]far from your[C] own native[D] home,Far[G] away o're the mountains,far a[D]way o're the[Em] foam,But of[G] all the fine places that[D] I'ver ever[Em] been,Sure there's[G] none to compare with the[C] cliffs of[D] Doneen,[2]In's a nice place to be on a fine summer's day,Watching all the wild flowere that ne'er do decay,Oh the hares and lofty pheasants are plain to be seen,Making homes for their young,round the cliffs of Doneen.[3]Take a view o're the mountain,fine sights you'll see there,You'll see the high rocky mountains of the west coast of Clare,Oh the towns of Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen,From the high rocky slopes round the cliffs of Duneen.[4]Fare thee well to Duneen,fare thee well for a while,And to all the kind people im leaving behind,To the streams and yhe meadows,where late I have been,And the high rocky slopes round the cliffs of Duneen.

[D]Come by the[G] hills to the[A] land where[G] fancy is [D]freeAnd[D] stand where the[G] peaks meet the[D] sky and the[G] lochs meet the[A] seaWhere the[D] rivers run clear and the[G] bracken is[D] gold in the[A] sunAh, the[D] cares of to-[G]morrow can[A] wait 'til[G] this day is[D] done

Oh, come by the hills to the land where life is a songAnd sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day longWhere the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tuneAh, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day is done

Come by the hills to the land where legend re-mainsWhere stories of old fill the heart and may yet come a-gainWhere our past has been lost and the future has still to be wonAh, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day is done

'T[Am]was down by the[C] glenside I[Am] met an old [C]woman,A-[Am]plucking young[C] nettles, nor[Am] saw I was [C]coming.I[Am] listened awhile to the[C] song she was[G] humming,Glory -[Am]o, Glory-[G]Go, to the[Am] Bold Fenian Men.

'Tis sixteen long years since I saw the moon beamingOn brave manly forms, and their eyes were heart gleaming.I see them all now sure in all my daydreaming.Glory -o, Glory-o, to the Bold Fenian Men.

Some died by the hillside, some died with a strangerAnd wise men have judged that their cause was a failure,They fought for old Ireland and they never feared danger.Glory -o, Glory-o, to the Bold Fenian Men.

I passed on my way, thanks to God, that I met herBe life long or short, sure I'll never forget herThere may have been brave men, but they'll never be better.Glory -o, Glory-o, to the Bold Fenian Men.

As[G] I walked by the dock side one evening so[Em] fairTo[G] view the solt water and take the sea[D7] airI[C] heard an old fisherman[G] singing this[D] songWont you[G] take me[C] away boys me[Em] time is not[D7] long[Chorus]Wrap me[G] up in me[D7] oil-skin and[G] blanket,No[C] more on the[G] docks I'll be[D7 seenJust[C] tell me old ship-mates I'm[G] taking a trip matesAnd[D7] I'll see you someday in Fiddler's[G] Green.[2]Now Fiddlers Green is a place I heard tellWhere fishermen go if they dont go to hellWhere the skies are all clear and the dolphins do playAnd the cold coast of Greenland is far far away[3]When you get to the docks and the long trip is trueThere's pubs and there's clubs and lassies there tooWhere the girls are all pritty and the beer is all freeAnd there's bottles of rum growing on every tree[4]Now I dont want a harp nor a halo not meJust give me a breeze and a good rolling seaI'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail alongWith the wind in the rigging I'll sing me this song

[Am] Lift MacCahir[Em] Og your face[Am] brooding o'er the[Em] old disgraceThat[Am] black FitzWilliam[Em] stormed your place, [C]drove you to the[Am] Fern[Am]Grey said victor[Em]y was sure[Am] soon the firebrand[Em he'd secure;Un[Am]til he met at[Em] Glenmalure with[C] Feach MacHugh O'[Am]Byrne.

Ch.:[Em] Curse and swear Lord Kildare[G]Feagh will do what Feach will dare[EmNow FitzWilliam, have a care[G]Fallen is your[Am] star, low[Em]Up with halbert out with swordOn[G] we'll go for by the lord[Em]Feach MacHugh has given the word,[G]Follow me up to[Am] Carlow.

See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o'er the English PaleSee all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's bannersRooster of the fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cockCrow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners.

From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon goreOch, great is Rory Oge O'More, sending the loons to Hades.White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's headWe'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies.

Follow Me Up To Carlow Song Lyrics And Chords

D]If I were King of Ire[A]landAnd had all things at[Bm] my willI'd roam for recreationMore comfort to find[A] stillBut the com[Bm]fort I would seek the mostSo that you may under[A]standWould be to win[Bm] the heart of MarA]thaThe Flower of Sweet Stra[Bm]bane,,,[D]

Her cheeks they are as rubiesHer hair a dove-soft brownAnd o'er her milk white shouldersIt carelessly hangs downShe is the fairest creatureAnd the pride of all her clanAnd my heart is captivatedBy the flower of Sweet Strabane

But since I cannot gain her loveNo joy there is for meAnd I must seek to hide my tearsIn the lands across the seaUnless she cares to follow meI swear by my right handMcKenna's face you'll ne'er more seeMy Flower of Sweet Strabane. 

SO EARLY IN THE SPRING

It being early in the springI went on board to serve my kingLeaving my dearest dear behindShe oftimes swore her heart was mine

As I lay smiling in her armsI thought I held ten thousand charmsWith embraces kind and a kiss so sweetSaying We'll be married when next we meet

As I was sailing on the seaI took a kind opportunityOf writing letters to my dearBut scarce one word from her did hear

As I was walking up London StreetI shoved a letter from under my feetStraight lines being wrote without any blotSaying seldom seen is soon forgot

I went up to her father's hallAnd for my dearest dear did callShe's married, sir, she's better for lifeFor she has become a rich man's wife

If the girl is married, whom I adoreI'm sure I'll stay on land no more.

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[G]There was Johnny McEl[Em]doo and Mc[G]Ghee and[Em] me, and a[G] couple or two or[Em] three went on a[D7] spree one[G] dayWe[G] had a bob or[Em] two which we[G] knew how to[Em] blew, and the[G] beer and whiskey[Em] flew and we[D7] all felt[G] gay

We visited McCann's, McIllmann's, Humpty Dan's, we then went in to Swann's our stomachs for to packWe ordered out a feed which indeed we did need, and we finished it with speed but we still felt slack

Johnny McEldoo turned red, white and blue when a plate of Irish stew he soon put out of sightHe shouted out "Encore" with a roar for some more, that he never felt before such a keen appetiteHe ordered eggs and ham, bread and jam, what a cram! But him we couldn't ram though we tried our level bestFor everything we brought, cold or hot, mattered not, it went down him like a shot, but he still stood the test

He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we got scared, we thought it would go hard when the waiter

brought the billWe told him to give o'er, but he swore he could lower twice as much again and more before he had his fillHe nearly supped a trough full of broth says McGrath, "He'll devour the tablecloth if you don't hold him in"When the waiter brought the charge, McEldoo felt so large, he began to scowl and barge and his blood went on fire

He began to curse and swear, tear his hair in despair, and to finish the affair called the shopman a liarThe shopman he drew out, and no doubt, he did clout, McEldoo he kicked about like an old footballHe tattered all his clothes, broke his nose, I suppose he'd have killed him with a few blows in no time at all

McEldoo began to howl and to growl, by my sowl, he threw an empty bowl at the shopkeepers headIt struck poor Mickey Flynn, peeled the skin off his chin and the ructions did begin and we all fought and bledThe peelers did arrive, man alive, four or five, at us they made a drive for us all to march awayWe paid for all the mate, that we ate, stood a trate, and went home to reminate on the spree that day 

[G]There was an old man named Michael Finnigin[D7]He had whiskers on his chiniginThe[G] wind came up and blew them in ag'in[D7]Poor old Michael Finnigin[G]Begin ag'in There was an old man named Michael FinniginHe got drunk through drinking giniginThat's who he wasted all his tinniginPoor old Michael FinniginBegin ag'in There was an old man named Michael FinniginHe grew fat and then grew thin ag'inthen he died, and had to begin ag'inPoor old Michael, please don'tBegin ag'in

G                    G7               C               A7Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight       D                                         C               GWith people here working by day and by night                              G7                 C              A7They don't sow potatoes, nor barley nor wheat                  D7                                         G       C    GBut there' gangs of them digging for gold in the streets      D7                                                               GAt least when I asked them that's what I was told                            G7              A7            DSo I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold            G               G7              DBut for all that I found there I might as well be                   D                                 C                               GWhere the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I believe that when writin' a wish you expressedAs to how the fine ladies in London were dressedWell, if you believe me, when asked to a ballFaith, they don't wear no top to their dresses at all.Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in trathSay if they were bound for a ball or a bathDon't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Macree,Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea. 

I've seen England's king from the top of a busAnd I've never known him, but he means to know us.And tho' by the Saxon we once were oppressed,Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.And now that he's visited Erin's green shoreWe'll be much better friends than we've been heretoforeWhen we've got all we want, we're as quiet as can beWhere the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea. 

You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of courseWell, now he is here at the head of the forceI met him today, I was crossing the StrandAnd he stopped the whole street with a wave of his handAnd there we stood talkin' of days that are goneWhile the whole population of London looked onBut for all these great powers he's wishful like meTo be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea. 

There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mindWith beautiful shapes nature never designedAnd lovely complexions all roses and creamBut O'Loughlin remarked with regard to the sameThat if at those roses you venture to sipThe colours might all come away on your lipSo I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for meWhere the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

[A]Farewell to you my[D] own true[A] love,I am going far,far a[E]way,I am[A] bound for Cali[D]forni[A]a,And I know that I'll re[E]turn some[A] day.[Chorus]So fare thee well my own true love,When I return united we will be,Its not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,But my darling when I think of thee.[2]I have slipped on board a Yankee shipDavey Crockett is her name,And her captain it is Burgees,And they say that she's a floating hell.[3]I have sailed with Burgess once before,And I think I know him well,If a man's a salor he will get along,If not then he's sure for hell.[4]Oh the sun is in the harbour love,And I wish I could remain,For I know it will be a long,long time,Before I see you again. [Chorus after each verse] 

[G]Now Jack was a sailor who roamed on the townAnd[C] she was a[G] damsel who skipped up and[D] downSaid the[G] damsel to Jack as she passed him byWould you [C]care for to[G] purchase some[C]quare bungle[G] rye roddy[D] ryeFol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy[G] rye Thought Jack to himself, "Now what can this be?But the finest of whiskey from far GermanySmuggled up in a basket and sold on the slyAnd the name that it goes by isquare bungle rye roddy rye?Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye" Jack gave her a pound and he thought nothing strangeSaid she, "Hold the basket till I get you your change"Jack looked in the basket and a baby did spyOh, Begorrah, said Jack, this isquare bungle rye roddy rye?Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye Now to get the child christened was Jack's first intentFor to get the child christened, to the parson he wentSays the parson to Jack, "What will he go by?"Begorrah, says Jack, Call himquare bungle rye roddy rye?Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye Said the parson to Jack, "That's a mighty queer name"Says Jack to the parson, "It's a queer way he cameSmuggled up in a basket and sold on the slyAnd the name that he'll go by isquare bungle rye roddy rye?Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy ryeNow all you young sailors who roam on the townBeware of those damsels who skip up and downTake a look in their basket as they pass you byOr else they may sell you somequare bungle rye roddy rye?Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye

[Em] In Banbridge Town in the G County D Down  One Em morning last D July,  From a [Em] boreen green came a [G] sweet [D] colleen  And she [Em] smiled as she [D] passed me by. [Em]  She [G] looked so sweet from her [D] two bare feet  To the [Em] sheen of her nut brown [D] hair.  Such a [Em] coaxing elf, sure I [G] shook my [D] self  For to [Em] see I was [D] really [Em] there.

 From [G] Bantry Bay up to [D] Derry Quay and From [Em] Galway to Dublin [D] Town, No [Em maid] I've seen like the G brown [D] colleen That I [Em] met in the D County [Em] Down.   As she onward sped, sure I shook my headAnd I looked with a feeling rare.Then I said, says I, to a passer-by,"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"Well, he smiled at me, and with pride says he,"That's the gem of old Ireland's crown,She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,She's the Star of the County Down."  Well I've traveled a bit, but ne'er was hitSince my roving career began;Then fair and square I surrendered thereTo the charms of young Rose McCann.I'd a heart to let and no tenant yetDid I see in shawl or gown,But in she went and I asked no rentFrom the Star of the County Down.  At the harvest fair, I'll be surely thereAnd I'll dress in my Sunday clothesWith my shoes shone bright, and my hat cocked rightFor a smile from my nut-brown Rose.No pipe I'll smoke, and no horse I'll yokeThough with rust my plow turns brown,Till a smiling bride by my own firesideSits the Star of the County Down.

The wild rover

I've[G] been a wild rover for many a[C] yearAnd I've[G] spent all me[D] money on whiskey and[G] beerBut[G] now im returning with gold in great[C] storeAnd I[G] never will[D] play the wild rover no[G] more[Chorus]And it's[D] no nay never[G] no nay never no[C] moreWill I[G] play the wild[C] rover,no[G] never[D] no[G] more[2]I went into an ale-house I used to frequentAnd I told the landlady me money was spentI asked her for credit,she answered me 'NaySuch a custom as yours I can get any day I took from my pocket 10 sovereigns brightAnd the landladie's eyes opened wide with delightShe said I have whiskey and wines of the bestAnd the words that I spoke were only in jest I'll go home to my parents confess what I've doneAnd I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal sonAnd when they forgive me as oft times beforeSure I never will play the wild rover no more

Oh[G] the summer[Am] time is com[G]ing,and the[C] tree's are sweetly[G] blooming,And the[C] wild mountain[Em] thyme,grows[C] around the[Am] blooming[C] heather,Will you[G] go[C] lassie[G] go,and we'll[C] all go to[G]gether,To pluck[C] wild mountain[Em] thyme,all a[C]round the [Am]blooming[C] heather,Will you[G] go[C] lassie[G] go.[2]I will build my love a tower,by yon crystal fountain,And on it I will pile,all the wild flowers of the mountain,Will you go ,,,,,,[3]If my true love she were gone,I would surely find another,Where wild mountain thyme,grows around the blooming heather,Will you go,,,,,

[C]Tis of a brave young highwayman this [G7]story I will[C] tell

His[C] name was Willie Brennan and in [F]Ireland he did[C] dwell

It was[Am] on the Kilwood Mountain he com[F]menced his wild car[C]eer

And[F] many a wealthy nobleman be[C]fore him shook with[Em] fear

[C]Brennan on the moor,[Em] Brennan on the moor

Bold, [F]brave un[C]daunted was young [G7]Brennan on the[C] 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

Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor

Bold, brave 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

Said, Hand to me that tenpenny, as soon as Willie spoke

She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak

Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor

Bold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor

Now with this loaded blunderbuss - the truth I will unfold -

He made the mayor 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

Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor

Bold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor

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

It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor

Bold, brave undaunted was young Brennan on the moor