C                                         F                 C
There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room,
                          G
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,
  Am
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


[Chorus]

G           C                 F                            C
It's just a Broad Black Brimmer,it's ribbon's frayed and torn ,
C
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.


[Verse]

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


[Chorus]

G           C                 F                            C
It's just a Broad Black Brimmer,it's ribbon's frayed and torn ,
C
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.