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