(The Broad Black Brimmer)
[Verse]
Well, there's a uniform that's hanging in what's known as father's room,
A uniform so simple in its style,
Oh, well, it has no braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume,
Me mother has preserved it all the while.

One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years,
"It's in memory of your father, son", she said,
And as she placed the Sam Browne on, she was smiling through her tears,
She placed the broad black brimmer on me head.

[Chorus]
It's just a broad black brimmer, with it's ribbons frayed and torn,
By the careless whisk of manys a mountain breeze,
An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn,
And breeches almost threadbare at the knees.

A Sam Browne belt with a buckle big and strong,
And a holster that's been empty manys a day, (But not for long!)
When men claim Ireland's freedom, oh, the one she'll choose to lead them,
Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA.

[Outro]
When men claim Ireland's freedom, the one she'll choose to lead them,
Will be the Provisional army best of the IRA.

(The Merry Ploughboy)
[Verse]
Oh, I am a merry ploughboy,
And I plough the fields by day,
Till a sudden thought came to my mind,
That I should run away.

For I'm sick and tired of slavery,
Since the day that I was born,
And I'm off to join the IRA,
I'm off tomorrow morn.

[Chorus]
And we're all off to Dublin in the green, (Up the green!)
With our helmets glistening in the sun, (Fuck the huns!)
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash,
To the echo of a Thompson gun.

[Verse]
Well, some men fight for silver,
And some men fight for gold,
But the IRA are fighting for,
A land that the Saxons stole.

[Chorus]
And we're all off to Dublin in the green, (Up the green!)
With our helmets glistening in the sun, (Fuck the huns!)
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash,
To the echo of a Thompson gun.

(The Helicopter Song)
[Verse]
One early morning, the branchmen were sleeping,
A little helicopter flew across the sky,
Into the yard where some prisoners were drilling,
"Get ready for inspection", said the warder in the Joy.

[Chorus]
And it's up like a bird and it's over the city,
"Three men are missing", I heard a warder cry,
"It must have been a bird that flew into the prison,
Or one of those new ministers", said the warder in the Joy.

[Verse]
Well, down in the yard midst the pushing and the shoving,
Three of the prisoners jumped into the bird,
Up and away into the blue sky,
"I think that someone's escaping", said the warder in the Joy.

[Chorus]
And it's up like a bird and it's over the city,
"Three men are missing", I heard a warder cry,
"Sure, it must have been a bird that flew into the prison,
Or one of those new ministers", said the warder in the Joy.

[Verse]
We'll, search every hole, search every nook and cranny,
Let no man rest till these prisoners are found,
For this cannot happen to a law and order government,
"We think you'll never find them", said the warder in the Joy.

[Chorus]
And it's up like a bird and over the city,
"Three men are missing", I heard a warder cry,
"It must have been a bird that flew into the prison,
Or one of those new ministers", says the warder in the Mountjoy.