Fighting Men From Crossmaglen все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

The Broad Black Brimmer
Noel Nagle
There's an uniform that's hanging in what's known as father's room
An uniform so simple in his style
It has no braid of gold or silk no hat with feathered plume
Yet the mother has preserved it all the while
One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years
"In memory of your father, son" she said