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9 • BRENNAN ON THE MOOR<br />
It is of a brave young highwayman this story we will tell.<br />
His name was Willy Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell.<br />
‘Twas on the Kilworth Mountains he commenced his wild career.<br />
And many a wealthy nobleman before him shook with fear.<br />
And it’s Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor.<br />
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan on the moor.<br />
One day upon the highway as Willy he went down.<br />
He met the mayor of Cashel, a mile outside the town.<br />
The mayor he knew his features, and he said young man said he<br />
Your name is Willy Brennan. You must come along with me.<br />
Now Brennan’s wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy.<br />
And when she saw her Willy, she commenced to weep and cry.<br />
Said hand to me that ten penny as soon as Willy spoke.<br />
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak.<br />
Now with this loaded blunderbuss, the truth I will unfold.<br />
He set the mayor to tremblin’ and he robbed him of his gold.<br />
One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension there.<br />
And Willy with horse and saddle to the mountains did repair.<br />
Now Brennan was an outlaw upon the mountains high.<br />
With Calvary and infantry to take him they did try.<br />
He laughed at them with scorn until at last ‘twas said,<br />
By a false hearted woman he was cruelly betrayed.<br />
10 • THE JUG OF PUNCH<br />
One pleasant evening in the month of June, as I was sitting with my glass & spoon,<br />
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch and the song he sang was a jug of punch.<br />
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-lay,<br />
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-lay,<br />
(Repeat last line of verse)<br />
What more diversion can a man desire, than to sit him down by an ale house fire<br />
Upon his knee a pretty wench and on the table a jug of punch.<br />
Let the doctors come with all their art. They’ll make no impression upon my heart.<br />
Even the Crather forgets his lunch when he’s snug outside a jug of punch.<br />
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Oh the color is wore out, and the front is knocked about<br />
Now the tail is looking out for better weather.<br />
And where is me wench, me lovin’, lovin’ wench?<br />
She’s all gone for beer and tobacco.<br />
Oh her lips are all wore out, and her front is knocked about<br />
Now her arse is looking out for better weather.<br />
And where is me bed, me lovin’, lovin’ bed?<br />
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco.<br />
Oh I lent it to a whore, now the sheets they are all tore<br />
And the springs are looking out for better weather.<br />
I’m sick in the head, ‘cause I haven’t been to bed<br />
Since first I come ashore with me plunder.<br />
Oh I seen the bees and snakes, and I’m full of pains and aches<br />
So I think I’ll take a trip out over yonder.<br />
42 • ALL ABOUT TURDS<br />
There was an old lady who lived on our street.<br />
Her stomach was stopped, she had too much to eat.<br />
She took liver pills without reading the box.<br />
Before she could turn turds were flying like rocks.<br />
Too rah la, too rah lay. A rolling stone gathers no moss so they say.<br />
Sing along with the birds. It’s a wonderful song, but it’s all about turds.<br />
She ran to the window and thrust out her ass.<br />
And just at that moment a cowboy did pass.<br />
He heard the loud noise, he looked up on high<br />
And a bloody big turd caught him right in the eye.<br />
He looked to the East, he looked to the West.<br />
A fast flying turd caught him right in the chest.<br />
He looked to the North, he looked to the South.<br />
And a bloody big turd caught him right in the mouth.<br />
So if ever you ride on the flat river bridge<br />
Look out for a cowboy asleep on the ridge.<br />
On his chest is a sign where on writ are these words,<br />
“Be kind to a cowboy blinded by turds.”<br />
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