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To: sandintoes who wrote (1400)	3/21/2006 7:21:38 AM
From: Tom Clarke	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 32329

Ah, the pennywhistle. Reminds me of my dear auld mither. THE BROAD BLACK BRIMMER There's a uniform that's hanging in what's known as father's room A uniform so simple in its style, It has no braid of silk or 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 'Just in memory of your father Sean,' she said And when I put the Sam Brown on, she smiling through her tears As she place the broad black brimmer on me head Chorus: It's just a broad black brimmer, its ribbon frayed and torn By the careless whisk of manys a mountain breeze And old trench coat that's all battered stained and worn And breeches almost threadbare at the knee A Sam Brown belt with a buckle big and strong And a holster that's been empty manys the day, but not for long And when men claim Ireland's freedom, the one they'll chose to lead 'em Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA It was the uniform been worn by me father long ago When he reach me mother's homestead on the run It was the uniform me father wore in the little church below When Father Mick he blessed the pair as one And after truce and treaty and the parting of ways He wore when he marched out with the rest, and the best And when they bore his body down, that rugged heather braes The placed the broad black brimmer on his breast Chorus Now that was many a day before and manys a fight between And since that day I've grown from boy to man And those who want our freedom are still fighting Erin's war For the trouble is not over in the land So like my father before me, and his oul' father too I marched out with lads to join the fray Pledged to Ireland's freedom and a bold Republic too In the uniform of the IRA Chorus