Broad Black Brimmer

C                                 
There's a uniform still hanging in
        F                 C
 what's known as father's room,
                          G
A uniform so simple in it's style,
C                                 
It's got no braid of gold nor silk
    F                  C
 no hat with feathered plume,
                   F          G   
Yet me mother has preserved it all
    C
 the while.
    F                          C
One day she made me try it on,a wish
 of mines for years,
  Am
in memory of your father dear she 
said,
C                                 
And as I placed the Sam Browne on 
        F                   C
she was smiling through her tears,
       F                     
As she placed the Broad Black 
 G             C
Brimmer on me head


[Chorus]

G           C                 F 
It's just a Broad Black 
                           C
Brimmer,it's ribbon's frayed and 
torn ,
C
By the careless whisp of many's a 
mountain breeze,
                            F      
An old trench coat thats all battle
             C
 stained and worn,
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                    F          G  
And breeches almost threadbare at 
     C
the knees.
  F                      C
A Sam Browne belt with a buckle big 
and strong,
C                                 
And a holster thats been empty 
     Am
manys a day(But not for long)
         C                  
But when men claim Ireland's 
          F                      
freedom, the one you'll choose to 
  C
lead 'em
Will wear the Broad Black Brimmer of
     G   C
 the I.R.A.


[Verse]

C                                 
It was the uniform being worn by 
  F           C
me father long ago,
When he reached me mother's 
G
homestead on the run,
C                              
It was the uniform being worn in 
       F            C
that little churh below,
                F                  
When ol' Father Mac he blessed the 
G       C
pair as one.
    F                              
And after truce and treaty and the 
C
parting of the waves,
  Am
He wore it when he marched out with 
the rest.
C                    F           
And as they bore his body down 
          C
that rugged braes,
       F                      G   
They placed the Broad Black 
          C
Brimmer on his breast.


[Chorus]

G           C                 F 
It's just a Broad Black 
                           C
Brimmer,it's ribbon's frayed and 
torn ,
C
By the careless whisp of many's a 
mountain breeze,
                            F      
An old trench coat thats all battle
             C
 stained and worn,
                    F          G  
And breeches almost threadbare at 
     C
the knees.
  F                      C
A Sam Browne belt with a buckle big 
and strong,
C                                 
And a holster thats been empty 
     Am
manys a day(But not for long)
         C                  
But when men claim Ireland's 
          F                      
freedom, the one you'll choose to 
  C
lead 'em
Will wear the Broad Black Brimmer of
     G   C
 the I.R.A.