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letra de broad black brimmer - wolfe tones

there’s a uniform that’s 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 dear she said
and when i put the sam brown on,
she was smiling through her 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 she 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
when 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 breast

chorus

- wolfe tones

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