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					      THE GIRL
I LEFT BEHIND
           ME.

Now for America I'm bound,
  Against my inclination—
Yes, I must leave my native ground,
                                                     On the Moor.
                                                     BRENNAN
  Which fills me with vexation,           It's of A fearless highwayman a story I will tell,
Though I am bound for Baltimore,          His name was William Brennan in Ireland he did dwell,
  Tis nature still shall bind me,         And on the Lilvart mountains commenced his wild career,
To think on her I do adore—               Where many a wealthy gentleman before him shook with fear.
  The girl I left behind me.
                                          A brace of loaded pistols he carried night and day,
                                          He never robb'd a poor man upon the king's highway,
My friends they sent me off for fear      But what he'd taken from the rich, like Turpin and Black Bess,
  I'd wed a steam-loom weaver;            He always did divide it with the widow in distress.
The bonnie lass that I love dear
  Is of a mild behaviour.                 One night he robb'd a packman, the name of Pedlar Bawn,
When crossing the Atlantic waves,         They travelled on together till the day began to dawn ;
                                          The pedlar seeing his money gone, likewise his watch and chain,
  I thought the tears would blind me,     He at once encountered Brennan, and robbed him back again.
Many a heavy sigh I gave
  For the girl I left behind me.          When Brennan seeing the pedlar was as good a man as he,
                                          He took him on the highway his companion for to be ;
While to the land of liberty              The pedlar threw away his pack without any more delay,
  Our vessel she was sailing,             And proved a faithful comrade until his dying day.
Thinks I, I never can be free,            One day upon the highway as Willie be sat down,
  When parted from my Helen.              He met the Mayor of Cashel a mile outside the town;
No, no, I never can find rest,            The mayor he knew his features—I think, young man, said he,
  For nature it does bind me,             Your name is Willie Brennan, you must come along with me.
To think of her that I love best,         0 Brennan's wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy,
  The girl I left behind me.              Then she saw her Willie, and she began to cry;
                                          He said give me that tenpenny, as soon as Willie spoke,
O eruel friends, you banished me,         She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak.
    And left me broken hearted;
Sweet Henel, dear, tho' far from thee,    When with his loaded blunderbuss, the truth I will unfold,
                                          He made the mayor tremble, and robb'd him of his gold ;
    Our hearts will ne'er be parted.      One hundred pounds he offered for his apprehension there,
Though I am in America,                   And he, with his horse and saddle, to the mountains did repair.
    Still constant you will find me;
I'll ne'er forget, though far away,       Then Brennan being an outlaw, upon the mountains high,
    The girl I left behind me.            Where cavalry and infantry to take him they did try,
                                          He laughed at them with scorn, until at length it's said,
                                          By a false-hearted young man he was basely betrayed.
Were I possessed of all the gold
   That lies in Baltimore,                In the county of Tipperary, in the place they call Clonmore,
I'd give it all for to behold             Willie Brennan and his comrade that did suffer sore,
   My own dear native shore.              He lay amongst the fern, which was thick upon the field,
                                          And nine wounds he did receive before that he did yield.
In Glasgow fair, on the banks of Clyde,
   My friends once more will find me;     Then Brennan and his companion, knowing they were betrayed,
'Tis there my Helen she does bide,        He with the mounted cavalry a noble battle made ;
   The girl I left behind me.             He lost his foremost finger, which was shot off by a ball,
                                          So Brennan and his comrade they were taken alter all.
No I all the gold in Baltimore            So they were taken prisoners, in irons they were bound,
  Can yield to me no pleasure;            And conveyed to Clonmore gaol, strong walls did him surround,
The bonnie lass that I adore,             They were tried and found guilty, the judge made this reply,
  I prize above all treasure,             For robbing on the highway you're both comdemned to die.
Farewell ye Yankee lasses free,
                                          \ill\aewell unto my wife, and to my children three,
  For here ye will not bind me;           L kewise my aged father, he may shed tears for me ;
For once more I will go and seek          And to my loving mother, who tore her gray locks and cried,
  The girl I laft behind me.              Saying, I wish that, Willie Brennan, in your cradle you had died,

				
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