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Brennan on the Moor

The Clancy Brothers
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[inizio XIX secolo]
Nell’album “The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem” del 1961.

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Ballata popolare irlandese esistente in molteplici versioni (si veda questa discussione su Mudcat Café).
Questa qui riportata non è certo la più antica ma è la più nota e anche quella che ispirò Bob Dylan – grande ammiratore dei Clancy Bros - per la sua Rambling, Gambling Willie del 1962, brano outtake dall’album “The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan” poi inserito in “The Bootleg Series Volumes 1–3 (Rare & Unreleased) 1961–1991”.




Storicamente non si sa molto di William Brennan, il più leggendario dei banditi irlandesi in attività negli anni a cavallo tra 700 e 800. Sarebbe nato a Kilworth, nella contea di Cork, dove avrebbe conosciuto fin da piccolo i soprusi dei potenti proprietari terrieri, uno dei quali cacciò la sua famiglia dalle terre che coltivava. Fu così che il giovane Brennan si diede alla macchia (“moor”, la brughiera), divenne un “rapparee”, un bandito, un giustiziere dei poveri contro i ricchi. E nella contea di Cork avrebbe spadroneggiato, a seconda delle versioni, fino al 1804, anno in cui sarebbe stato catturato e impiccato, oppure fino al 1812, quando altri ritengono che fu ucciso nel corso di un suo tentativo di rapina. Resta il fatto che le sue gesta furono immortalate in questa “Brennan On The Moor” di cui esistono decine di versioni e anche derivazioni in canzoni sostanzialmente diverse scozzesi ed americane, fino alla “Rambling, Gambling Willie” di Bob Dylan.
'Tis of a brave young highwayman a story I will tell
His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell
T'was up on Killworth mountain he commenced his wild career
And many a wealthy nobleman before him shook with fear

And it's Brennan on the moor; Brennan on the moor,
Bold, brave and undaunted stood young Brennan on the moor!

One day upon the highway, as Willie he went down,
He spied the Mayor of Cashell, a mile outside the 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!

And it's Brennan on the moor; Brennan on the moor,
Bold, brave and undaunted stood young Brennan on the moor!

Now Brennan's wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy
When she saw her Willie taken, she began to weep and cry
Said: "Hand to me that ten-penny!" As soon as Willie spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak!

And it's Brennan on the moor; Brennan on the moor,
Bold, brave and undaunted stood young Brennan on the moor!

Now Brennan got his blunderbuss, the truth I will unfold
He made the Mayor to tremble, and he robbed him of his gold!
100 pounds were offered for his apprehension there,
But he, with horse and saddle to the mountains did repair

And it's Brennan on the moor; Brennan on the moor,
Bold, brave and undaunted stood young Brennan on the moor!

Now Brennan is an outlaw upon the mountain high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
But he laughed at them and scorned at them, until it was said
By a false-hearted woman he was cruelly betrayed

And it's Brennan on the moor; Brennan on the moor,
Bold, brave and undaunted stood young Brennan on the moor!

They hanged Brennan at the crossroads, in chains he swung and dried
But still they say that in the night, some do see him ride
They see him with his blunderbuss, all in the midnite chill
Along, along the King's Highway rides Willie Brennan still!

inviata da Bartleby - 11/5/2011 - 14:31


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