There's an uniform that's hanging in what's known as father's room An uniform so simple in his style It has no braid of gold or silk no hat with feathered plume Yet the mother has preserved it all the while One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years "In memory of your father, dear" she said And when I put the Sam Browne on she was smiling with the tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on my head It's just a broad black brimmer with ribbons frayed and torn By the careless whisk of many a mountain breeze An old trench coat that's battle stained and worn And breeches almost threadbare at the knees A Sam Brown belt with buckle big and strong A holster that's been empty many's a day When men claim Ireland's freedom the one who'll choose to lead them Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA It was the uniform been worn by me father long ago When he reached me mothers homestead on the run It was the uniform me father wore in that little church below When oul Father Mac he 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 when they bore his body down that rugged heather braes They placed the broad black brimmer on his breast It's just a broad black brimmer with ribbons frayed and torn By the careless whisk of many a mountain breeze An old trench coat that's battle stained and worn And breeches almost threadbare at the knees A Sam Brown belt with buckle big and strong A holster that's been empty many's a day When men claim Ireland's freedom the one who'll choose to lead them Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA
[00:09.41]There's an uniform that's hanging in what's known as father's room [00:13.32]An uniform so simple in his style [00:17.76]It has no braid of gold or silk no hat with feathered plume [00:21.36]Yet the mother has preserved it all the while [00:25.90]One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years [00:29.73]"In memory of your father, dear" she said [00:33.81]And when I put the Sam Browne on she was smiling with the tears [00:37.91]As she placed the broad black brimmer on my head [00:41.74]It's just a broad black brimmer with ribbons frayed and torn [00:46.01]By the careless whisk of many a mountain breeze [00:50.47]An old trench coat that's battle stained and worn [00:54.44]And breeches almost threadbare at the knees [00:58.68]A Sam Brown belt with buckle big and strong [01:02.53]A holster that's been empty many's a day [01:07.49]When men claim Ireland's freedom the one who'll choose to lead them [01:10.35]Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA [01:17.75]It was the uniform been worn by me father long ago [01:22.00]When he reached me mothers homestead on the run [01:25.83]It was the uniform me father wore in that little church below [01:30.27]When oul Father Mac he blessed the pair as one [01:34.31]And after truce and treaty and the parting of the ways [01:38.56]He wore it when he marched out with the rest [01:42.56]And when they bore his body down that rugged heather braes [01:46.48]They placed the broad black brimmer on his breast [01:50.68]It's just a broad black brimmer with ribbons frayed and torn [01:54.63]By the careless whisk of many a mountain breeze [01:58.76]An old trench coat that's battle stained and worn [02:03.11]And breeches almost threadbare at the knees [02:07.27]A Sam Brown belt with buckle big and strong [02:11.34]A holster that's been empty many's a day [02:15.22]When men claim Ireland's freedom the one who'll choose to lead them [02:18.91]Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA
