Biography:
The Wolfe Tones is an Irish rebel music band that incorporates elements of Irish traditional music. Formed in 1963, their most recognizable line-up that lasted for nearly 37 years until January 2001 was brothers Brian Warfield and Derek Warfield, and Noel Nagle, and Tommy Byrne. The band take its name from the Irish rebel and patriot Theobald Wolfe Tone, one of the leaders of the Irish Rebellion of 1798, with the double entendre of a wolf tone – a spurious sound that can affect instruments of the violin family.
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- A Nation Once Again
- A Row In The Town Erin Go Bragh
- Admiral William Brown
- Big Strong Man
- Boston Rose
- Broad Black Brimmer
- Celtic Symphony
- Come Out Ye Black And Tans
- Far Away In Australia
- Finnegans Wake
- God Save Ireland
- Grace
- Joe Mc Donnell
- Joe Mcdonnell
- Let The People Sing
- On The One Road
- Oro Se Do Bheatha Bhaile
- Quare Things In Dublin
- Rifles Of The Ira
- Rock On Rockall
- Sean South
- Sean South From Garryowen
- Snipers Promise
- Some Say The Devil Is Dead
- Sunday Bloody Sunday
- The Big Strong Man
- The Boys Of The Old Brigade
- The Fields Of Athenry
- The Men Behind The Wire
- The Streets Of New York
- The Wearing Of The Green
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C F C
There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room,
G
A uniform so simple in it's style,
C F C
It's got no braid of gold nor silk no hat with feathered plume,
F G C
Yet me mother has preserved it all the while.
F C
One day she made me try it on,a wish of mines for years,
Am
in memory of your father dear she said,
C F C
And as I placed the Sam Browne on she was smiling through her tears,
F G C
As she placed the Broad Black Brimmer on me head
(chorus)
G C F C
It's just a Broad Black Brimmer,it's ribbon's frayed and torn ,
C
By the careless whisp of many's a mountain breeze,
F C
An old trench coat thats all battle stained and worn,
F G C
And breeches almost threadbare at the knees.
F C
A Sam Browne belt with a buckle big and strong,
C Am
And a holster thats been empty manys a day(But not for long)
C F C
But when men claim Ireland's freedom, the one you'll choose to lead 'em
G C
Will wear the Broad Black Brimmer of the I.R.A.
It was the uniform being worn by me father long ago,
When he reached me mother's homestead on the run,
It was the uniform being worn in that little churh below,
When ol' Father Mac he blessed the pair as one.
And after truce and treaty and the parting of the waves,
He wore it when he marched out with the rest.
And as they bore his body down that rugged braes,
They placed the Broad Black Brimmer on his breast.
(repeat chorus)
There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room,
G
A uniform so simple in it's style,
C F C
It's got no braid of gold nor silk no hat with feathered plume,
F G C
Yet me mother has preserved it all the while.
F C
One day she made me try it on,a wish of mines for years,
Am
in memory of your father dear she said,
C F C
And as I placed the Sam Browne on she was smiling through her tears,
F G C
As she placed the Broad Black Brimmer on me head
(chorus)
G C F C
It's just a Broad Black Brimmer,it's ribbon's frayed and torn ,
C
By the careless whisp of many's a mountain breeze,
F C
An old trench coat thats all battle stained and worn,
F G C
And breeches almost threadbare at the knees.
F C
A Sam Browne belt with a buckle big and strong,
C Am
And a holster thats been empty manys a day(But not for long)
C F C
But when men claim Ireland's freedom, the one you'll choose to lead 'em
G C
Will wear the Broad Black Brimmer of the I.R.A.
It was the uniform being worn by me father long ago,
When he reached me mother's homestead on the run,
It was the uniform being worn in that little churh below,
When ol' Father Mac he blessed the pair as one.
And after truce and treaty and the parting of the waves,
He wore it when he marched out with the rest.
And as they bore his body down that rugged braes,
They placed the Broad Black Brimmer on his breast.
(repeat chorus)
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