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Broad Black Brimmer chords

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


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

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) 

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