An older broadside, no date or source but dated 1820-1840, is in the National Library of Scotland (no music). It is a simpler story: Bold Brannan on the Moor

Lyr. Add: BOLD BRANNAN ON THE MOOR

The first of my misfortunes was to list and desert
The way for to rob I soon found an art,
Over hedges and ditches when I took my way,
And I went a roving by night and by day.

[chorus]
Bold Brannan on the moor,
Brannan on the moor,
Bold and undaunted stood
Bold Brannan on the moor

As Brannan was riding over yon mountain side,
A coach and six horses bold Brannan chanced to spy,
With his blunderbush all into his hand,
He made the Gaurds and Horses for to stand.
Bold Brennan, etc,

As Brannan was riding over yon mpountain side
A coach and four horses, Branson chanced to spy,
He robbed from the rich and gave to the poor
He's over yon mountains, you'll ne'er see Brannan more.
Bold Brannan, etc.

Do you see the crowds a coming,
Or do you see constables running,
Or do you see yon high gallows tree,
To hang bold Brennan for his highway rob bery
Bold Brennan, etc.

O send for my wife and children three,
My poor aged mother I never will see,
My poor aged father with his grey locks he cried
I wish that my Bold Brannan in his cradle had died.
Bold Brannan, etc.

Many a fair maid for Brannan will cry,
And many a fair lady for Brannan will sigh,
But all their sighs will not save me,
Nor keep me from yon high gallows tree,
Bold Brannan, etc.

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