^CThere's a uniform still hanging in what's ^Fknown as father's ^Croom, A uniform so simple in it'^Gs style, ^CIt's got no braid of gold nor silk no ^Fhat with feathered ^Cplume, Yet me mother has p^Freserved it^G all the^C while. One ^Fday she made me try it on,a^C wish of mines for years, in^Am memory of your father dear she said, ^CAnd as I placed the Sam Browne on she was ^Fsmiling through her ^Ctears, As she ^Fplaced the Broad Black ^GBrimmer on me ^Chead

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^GIt's just a ^CBroad Black Brimme^Fr,it's ribbon's frayed and to^Crn , ^CBy the careless whisp of many's a mountain breeze, An old trench coat thats all^F battle stained and ^Cworn, And breeches almost ^Fthreadbare ^Gat the k^Cnees. A ^FSam Browne belt with a ^Cbuckle big and strong, ^CAnd a holster thats been empty manys a ^Amday(But not for long) But when ^Cmen claim Ireland's freedom, ^Fthe one you'll choose to ^Clead 'em Will wear the Broad Black Brimmer of the ^GI.R.^CA.

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