Well there is a uniform that's hanging in what's known as father's room
A uniform so simple in it's style
It has no braid of gold or silk nor hat with feathered plum
But me mother preserved it all the while
One day she made me try it on- A wish of mine for years
In memory of father dear she said
And when she put the Sam Browne on she was smiling through the tears
As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head
Chorus:
It's just a broad black brimmer with it's ribbons frayed and torn
By the careless whisk of many a mountain breeze
An old trench coat that's so battlestained and worn
and breaches almost thread bare at the knees
A Sam Browne belt with a buckle with a buckle big and strong
And a holster that's been empty many a day,,( But Not For Long !! )
And when men claim Ireland's freedom
The one's she'll choose to lead em'
Will wear the broad black brimmer of the I.R.A.
It was the uniform being worn by my father long ago
When he reached me mother's homestead on the run
It was the uniform he wore in that little church below
When old father Mackey 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 The Best!!)
And when they bore his body down that rugged heather braes
They placed the broad black brimmer on his breast
Chorus:
May God Have Mercy On Ireland And Keep Her Safe Until Freedom Embraces The
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