The Broad Black Brimmer Chords by Wolfe Tones
Tempo:
125.85 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
C#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [A] [E]
[B] [E]
There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] Father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feather plume, yet me mother [A] has [G#m] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
[E] And when I put the sandbrown [A] on she was smiling [E] to her tears, as she placed the [A] broad black [B] brimmer [E] on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A]
ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's amount of breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled [E] stained and worn, and breeches [A] almost red bare [E] at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA.
It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father [E] long ago, when he reached me mother's homestead [B] on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn [A] in that little [E] church below, and all father [F#m] Mackey [B] blessed the [E] pair as one.
[A] After truce and [E] treaty and the parting of the ways, he wore a twenty march dug [C#m] with the rest, and the [E] vest.
And when they bore his body [A] down that rugged's [E] head of braze, they placed the [A] broad black [B] brimmer [E] on his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's amount of breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown [E] belt with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [G#m] of the [E] IRA.
There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother [A] has [B] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, the wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear she said.
[E] And when they put the sandbrown on [A] she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's amount of breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the [G#] knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA.
[B] [E]
There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] Father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feather plume, yet me mother [A] has [G#m] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
[E] And when I put the sandbrown [A] on she was smiling [E] to her tears, as she placed the [A] broad black [B] brimmer [E] on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A]
ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's amount of breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled [E] stained and worn, and breeches [A] almost red bare [E] at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA.
It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father [E] long ago, when he reached me mother's homestead [B] on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn [A] in that little [E] church below, and all father [F#m] Mackey [B] blessed the [E] pair as one.
[A] After truce and [E] treaty and the parting of the ways, he wore a twenty march dug [C#m] with the rest, and the [E] vest.
And when they bore his body [A] down that rugged's [E] head of braze, they placed the [A] broad black [B] brimmer [E] on his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's amount of breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the knees.
[A] A sandbrown [E] belt with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [G#m] of the [E] IRA.
There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother [A] has [B] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, the wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear she said.
[E] And when they put the sandbrown on [A] she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's amount of breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the [G#] knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA.
Key:
E
A
B
C#m
G#m
E
A
B
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _
_ _ There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] Father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feather plume, yet me mother [A] has [G#m] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
[E] And when I put the sandbrown [A] on she was smiling [E] to her tears, as she placed the [A] broad black [B] brimmer [E] on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A]
ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's amount of breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled [E] stained and worn, and breeches [A] almost red bare [E] at the _ knees.
[A] _ A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA. _ _ _ _ _
It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father [E] long ago, when he reached me mother's homestead [B] on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn [A] in that little [E] church below, and all father [F#m] Mackey [B] blessed the [E] pair as one.
_ [A] After truce and [E] treaty and the parting of the ways, he wore a twenty march dug [C#m] with the rest, and the [E] vest.
And when they bore his body [A] down that rugged's [E] head of braze, they placed the [A] broad black [B] brimmer [E] on his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's amount of breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the _ knees.
[A] A sandbrown [E] belt with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [G#m] of the [E] IRA.
_ _ _ _ _ _ There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother [A] has [B] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, the wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear she said.
_ [E] And when they put the sandbrown on [A] she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's amount of breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the _ [G#] knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _
_ _ There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] Father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feather plume, yet me mother [A] has [G#m] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, a wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear, she said.
[E] And when I put the sandbrown [A] on she was smiling [E] to her tears, as she placed the [A] broad black [B] brimmer [E] on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A]
ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's amount of breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled [E] stained and worn, and breeches [A] almost red bare [E] at the _ knees.
[A] _ A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA. _ _ _ _ _
It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father [E] long ago, when he reached me mother's homestead [B] on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn [A] in that little [E] church below, and all father [F#m] Mackey [B] blessed the [E] pair as one.
_ [A] After truce and [E] treaty and the parting of the ways, he wore a twenty march dug [C#m] with the rest, and the [E] vest.
And when they bore his body [A] down that rugged's [E] head of braze, they placed the [A] broad black [B] brimmer [E] on his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's amount of breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the _ knees.
[A] A sandbrown [E] belt with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [G#m] of the [E] IRA.
_ _ _ _ _ _ There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in its style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feathered plume, yet me mother [A] has [B] preserved it [E] all the while.
[A] One day she made me try it [E] on, the wish of mine for years, in memory of your father [C#m] dear she said.
_ [E] And when they put the sandbrown on [A] she was smiling to [E] her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] frayed and torn by the careless whisk of many's amount of breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battled [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare at the _ [G#] knees.
[A] A sandbrown belt [E] with the buckle big and strong, a holster that's been empty [C#m] many's a day, for now for [E] long.
But when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one she'd [E] choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer [B] of the [E] IRA. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Facts about this song