Broad Black Brimmer The Wolfe Tones
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CThere's a uniform still hanging in what's Fknown as father's Croom,A uniform so simple in it'
Gs style,CIt's got no braid of gold nor silk no Fhat with feathered Cplume,Yet me mother has p
Freserved it Gall the Cwhile.One
Fday she made me try it on ,a Cwish of mines for years,in
a memory of your father dear she said,CAnd as I placed the Sam Browne on she was Fsmiling through her Ctears,As she
Fplaced the Broad Black GBrimmer on me CheadGIt's just a CBroad Black BrimmeFr, its ribbon's frayed and tCorn ,CBy the careless whisp of many's a mountain breeze,An old trench coat that's all
Fbattle stained and Cworn,And breeches almost
Fthreadbare Gat the kCnees.A
FSam Browne belt with a Cbuckle big and strong,CAnd a holster that's been empty manys a a day(But not for long)But when
Cmen claim Ireland's freedom, Fthe one you'll choose to Clead 'emWill wear the Broad Black Brimmer of the
GI.R.CA.CIt was the uniform being worn by me Ffather long Cago,When he reached me mother's
Ghomestead on the run,CIt was the uniform being worn in that Flittle church Cbelow,When ol' Father
FMac he blessed the Gpair as Cone.And
Fafter truce and treaty and the Cparting of the waves,He
a wore it when he marched out with the rest.CAnd as they bore his Fbody down that rugged Cbraes,They pl
Faced the Broad Black BrGimmer on his bCreast.GIt's just a CBroad Black BrimmeFr, its ribbon's frayed and tCorn ,CBy the careless whisp of many's a mountain breeze,An old trench coat that's all
Fbattle stained and Cworn,And breeches almost
Fthreadbare Gat the kCnees.A
FSam Browne belt with a Cbuckle big and strong,CAnd a holster that's been empty manys a a day(But not for long)But when
Cmen claim Ireland's freedom, Fthe one you'll choose to Clead 'emWill wear the Broad Black Brimmer of the
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