I'm really ashamed, cause it is indeed "Brennan on the Moor", I have found them finally. Here're the words that I have needed:

A brace of loaded pistols he carried night and day,
He never robb'd a poor man upon the King's highway;
But what he'd taken from the rich, like Turpin and Black Bess,
He always did divide it with the widow in distress.
Now Brennan being an outlaw upon the mountains high,
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try.
In the County Tipperary, at a place they call Clonmore,
Willy Brennan and his comrade that day did suffer sore.
He lost his foremost finger, which was shot off by a ball;
So Brennan and his comrade they were taken after all.
Farewell unto my wife, and to my children three
Likewise my aged father--he may shed tears for me:
And to my loving mother--who tore her grey locks and cried,
Saying "I wish, Willy Brennan, in your cradle you had died."

Thanks to everybody!

M.L.F.