Broad Black Brimmer

作曲：Art McMillen

There's a uniform that's hanging in what's known as father's room

A uniform so simple in its style

It's got no braid of gold nor silk nor hat with feathered plume

Yet me mother has preserved it all the while

One day she made me try it on I wish of mine for years

This is memory of your father dear she said

And when I put the sand brown on she was smiling through her tears

As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head

It's just a broad black brimmer

Raven's frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's a mountain breeze

An old trench coat that's all battle stained and worn

And breeches almost red but at the knees

A sun brown belt with a buckle big and strong

And a holster that's been empty many's a day

But not for long

But when men claim Ireland's freedom

The one should choose to lead him will wear the broad black brimmer of the ira

That's a uniform be worn cry my father long ago

When he reached me mother's homestead on the run

It was the uniform be worn in that little church below

When good father mack had blessed the paris won

And after truce and treaty and the parting of the ways

He wore a twenty march out with the rest

And the best

And when they brought his body down on that rugged hather braze

They placed the broad black brimmer on his chest

It's just a broad black brimmer

Ravens frayed and torn by the careless risk of many's a mountain breeze

An old trench coat that's all battle stained and worn

And breeches almost red but at the knees

Our sun brown belt with a buckle big and strong

And a holster that's been empty many's a day

But not for long

But when men claim our land's freedom

The one should choose to lead him will wear the broad black brimmer of the ira

But when men claim our land's freedom

The one should choose to lead him will wear the broad black brimmer of the ira