Chords for The Wolfe Tones - Broad Black Brimmer
Tempo:
125.85 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
C#m
F#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 [E] as Father's room, a uniform so [B] simple in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold [A] or silk, no hat [E] with feathered plume, yet me mother [A] has [B] preserved [E] it all a 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 I put the [A] sandbrown on she was smiling [E] to her tears as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons plain [E] and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battle [E] stained and worn, and breeches [A] almost red [E] bare 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 not for [E] long, but when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one [E] she'd choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer of the IRA.
It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father [E] long ago, when he reached me mother's [B] homestead on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn [A] in that little [E] church below, now father [F#m] Mac he [B] blessed [E] the pair as one.
[A] After truce and treaty [E] and the parting of the ways, he wore it when he marched [C#m] out with the rest.
And when [E] they bore his body [A] down, that rugged [E] head of grey's, they placed the broad black brimmer on his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] plain and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battle [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare 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 not 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 [E] the IRA.
There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in it's style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feather blue, yet me mother [A] has [B] 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.
And [E] when they put the sandbrown [A] on she was smiling [E] to her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] plain and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battle [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 not for long, [E] 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 [E] as Father's room, a uniform so [B] simple in its style.
[E] It's got no braid of gold [A] or silk, no hat [E] with feathered plume, yet me mother [A] has [B] preserved [E] it all a 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 I put the [A] sandbrown on she was smiling [E] to her tears as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons plain [E] and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battle [E] stained and worn, and breeches [A] almost red [E] bare 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 not for [E] long, but when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one [E] she'd choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer of the IRA.
It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father [E] long ago, when he reached me mother's [B] homestead on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn [A] in that little [E] church below, now father [F#m] Mac he [B] blessed [E] the pair as one.
[A] After truce and treaty [E] and the parting of the ways, he wore it when he marched [C#m] out with the rest.
And when [E] they bore his body [A] down, that rugged [E] head of grey's, they placed the broad black brimmer on his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] plain and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battle [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare 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 not 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 [E] the IRA.
There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in it's style.
[E] It's got no raid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feather blue, yet me mother [A] has [B] 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.
And [E] when they put the sandbrown [A] on she was smiling [E] to her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] plain and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battle [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 not for long, [E] 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
F#m
E
A
B
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
_ There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known [E] as Father's room, a uniform so [B] simple in its style.
_ [E] It's got no braid of gold [A] or silk, no hat [E] with feathered plume, yet me mother [A] has [B] preserved [E] it all a 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 I put the [A] sandbrown on she was smiling [E] to her tears as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons plain [E] and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battle [E] stained and worn, and breeches [A] almost red [E] bare 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 not for [E] long, but when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one [E] she'd choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer of the IRA.
_ _ _ _ It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father [E] long ago, when he reached me mother's [B] homestead on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn [A] in that little [E] church below, now father [F#m] Mac he [B] blessed [E] the pair as one. _
[A] After truce and treaty [E] and the parting of the ways, he wore it when he marched [C#m] out with the rest.
And when [E] they bore his body [A] down, that rugged [E] head of grey's, they placed the broad black brimmer on his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] plain and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze. _
An old trench coat [A] that's all battle [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare 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 not 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 [E] the IRA. _
_ _ _ _ _ There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in it's style.
_ [E] It's got no raid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feather blue, yet me mother [A] has [B] 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.
_ And [E] when they put the sandbrown [A] on she was smiling [E] to her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] plain and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battle [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 not for long, [E] 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. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
_ There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known [E] as Father's room, a uniform so [B] simple in its style.
_ [E] It's got no braid of gold [A] or silk, no hat [E] with feathered plume, yet me mother [A] has [B] preserved [E] it all a 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 I put the [A] sandbrown on she was smiling [E] to her tears as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons plain [E] and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battle [E] stained and worn, and breeches [A] almost red [E] bare 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 not for [E] long, but when men came Ireland's freedom, [A] the one [E] she'd choose to lead them all were the broad black brimmer of the IRA.
_ _ _ _ It was the uniform been worn [A] by me father [E] long ago, when he reached me mother's [B] homestead on the run.
It [E] was the uniform been worn [A] in that little [E] church below, now father [F#m] Mac he [B] blessed [E] the pair as one. _
[A] After truce and treaty [E] and the parting of the ways, he wore it when he marched [C#m] out with the rest.
And when [E] they bore his body [A] down, that rugged [E] head of grey's, they placed the broad black brimmer on his breast.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] plain and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze. _
An old trench coat [A] that's all battle [E] stained and worn, and breeches almost red bare 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 not 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 [E] the IRA. _
_ _ _ _ _ There's a uniform that's hanging [A] in what's known as [E] father's room, a uniform so simple [B] in it's style.
_ [E] It's got no raid of gold or [A] silk, no hat with [E] feather blue, yet me mother [A] has [B] 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.
_ And [E] when they put the sandbrown [A] on she was smiling [E] to her tears, as she placed the broad black brimmer on me head.
It's just a broad black brimmer, [A] ribbons [E] plain and torn by the careless whisk of many's unbounded breeze.
An old trench coat [A] that's all battle [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 not for long, [E] 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. _ _ _
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