[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