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Colton on the Moor (parody lyrics)
COLTON ON THE MOOR
–lyrics partly trad., partly © 2010 by Karen I. Olsen
Tune: “Brennan on the Moor” (trad. Irish)
NOTE: Fans of Irish music will recognize this as a parody of the traditional Irish ballad “Brennan on the Moor”, about an Irish highwayman named Willie Brennan. This parody, of course, is dedicated to western Washington’s own “Barefoot Bandit”, Colton Harris-Moore of Camano Island, WA. Some of the lyrics are borrowed or adapted from the original ballad; but most of these words are original. Either way, it was a fun piece to write! Enjoy…. (Warning: these lyrics contain a couple of four-letter words)
‘Tis of a strange young bandit boy this story we will tell.
His name was Colton Harris-Moore, the Northwest knew him well.
‘Twas on Camano Island he commenced his wild career;
And before the Barefoot Bandit, Island County shook with fear.
Chorus: And it’s Colton on the moor, Colton Harris-Moore;
Bold, brave and unbalanced was young Colton on the moor.
He broke out of a group home at all of seventeen.
Scored break-ins by the dozen, yet was scarcely ever seen.
He covered many miles using taxis, boats and trains;
But his favorite ride of all to grab was single-engine planes.
And it’s Colton on the moor…
From hideouts on the islands, adventure called him south;
His outlaw reputation spread online and word-of-mouth.
At a pet shelter in Raymond, his folded note did say:
“Just passing through and left some cash;
Now, I’ll be on my way.”
Said young Colton on the moor…
Then eastward through the heartland, the bandit cheated jails;
All down Tornado Alley, Colton’s fingerprints told tales.
Neighborhoods got nervous, and the Feds all had a cow;
Said posts all over Facebook: “Where the fuck’s he got to now?”
And it’s Colton on the moor…
Now, give or take a line or two, the truth I will unfold:
He’d read that tourists held the keys to Caribbean gold.
With a plane from Indiana, twelve hundred miles he flew:
“Heads up; the Barefoot Bandit’s off to be a pirate too!”
And it’s Colton on the moor…
Now, Colton being an outlaw across the land and sky,
With FBI and hired guns, to take him they did try.
He laughed at them with scorn; until, at last, ’twas said
By a sharp blond barista he was cruelly betrayed.
Was young Colton on the moor…
Now, just in case you’re wondering, it’s not to cheer his crimes;
But the moral of this quirky tale is one for desp’rate times.
Sure, breaking in is rude; but before you judge his ways,
Just how the hell can most of us make decent bucks these days?
And it’s Colton on the moor, Colton Harris-Moore;
Bold, brave and unbalanced was young Colton on the moor.
(Repeat chorus)