The Boys Of The Old Brigade

Verse 1:

Oh father why are you so sad on this great Easter morn?

When Irishmen are proud and glad of the land where they were born.

Verse 2:

Oh son I see and memories few of far off distant days.

When being just a lad like you I joined the I.R.A.

Chorus:

Where are the lads who stood with me,

When history was made?

A ghra mo chroi,

I long to see The Boys of the Old Brigade.

Verse 3:

From hills and farms the call to arms was heard by one and all.

And from the glen came brave young men to answer Ireland's call.

Verse 4:

Twas long ago we fought the foe the Old Brigade and me.

And by my side they fought and died that Ireland might be free.

Verse 5:

And now my boy I've told you why on Easter morn I sigh.

When I recall my comrades all of dark old days gone by.

Verse 6:

I think of men who fought in glen with rifle and grenade.

May heaven keep the men who sleep from the ranks of the Old Bigade.