The Broad Black Brimmer

There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room
 A uniform so simple in its style
 It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume
 Yet me mother has preserved it all the while
 One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years
 In memory of your father Sean she said
 And when I put the sam brown on,
 she was smiling through hear tears
 As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head
 Chorus: It's just a broad black brimmer
 with ribbons frayed and torn from the
 careless whisk of many a mountain breeze
 An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn
 And breeches almost threadbare at the knees
 A sam brown belt with a buckle big and strong
 And a holster that's been empty many's a day
 But when men claim Ireland's freedom
 The one should choose to lead them
 Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA
 It was the uniform worn by me father year's ago
 When he reached me mother's homestead on the run
 It was the uniform he wore in that little church below
 Whne oul Father Mac, he blessed the pair as one
 And after truce and treaty and the parting of the ways
 He wore it when he marched out with the rest
 And when they bore his body down on that rugged heather braes
 They placed the broad black brimmer on his chest
 Chorus