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Wolfe Tones
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Broad Black Brimmer
The Wolfe Tones
There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as fathers room A uniform so simple in it's style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume Yet me 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 Sean she said And when i put the sam brown on, she was smiling through her tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on my head
It's just a broad black brimmer with ribbons frayed and torn From the careless whisk of many a mountain breeze An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn And breeches almost threadbare at the knees A sam brown belt with a buckle big and strong And a holster that's been empty manys a day (but not for Long) But when men claim Ireland's Freedom The one should choose to lead them, Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA
It was the uniform worn by my father years ago When he reached me mother's homestead on the run It was the uniform he wore in that little church below When 'oul father mac, he blessed the pair as one And after the 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 on that rugged heather braes They placed the broad black brimmer on his chest
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 It's just a broad black brimmer with ribbons frayed and torn From the careless whisk of many a mountain breeze An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn And breeches almost threadbare at the knees A sam brown belt with a buckle big and strong And a holster that's been empty manys a day (but not for Long) But when men claim Ireland's Freedom The one should choose to lead them, Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA
There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as fathers room A uniform so simple in it's style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume Yet me 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 Sean she said And when i put the sam brown on, she was smiling through her tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on my head
It's just a broad black brimmer with ribbons frayed and torn From the careless whisk of many a mountain breeze An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn And breeches almost threadbare at the knees A sam brown belt with a buckle big and strong And a holster that's been empty manys a day (but not for Long) But when men claim Ireland's Freedom The one should choose to lead them, Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA
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