Boys of the Old Brigade Lyrics

Oh father why are you so sad
on this bright easter morn
when Irishmen are proud and glad
of the land where they were born
Oh son I see sad memories
of far off distant days
when being just a lad like you
I joined the IRA !
Where are the lads who stood with me
when histoy was made
Ó grá mo chroí, I long to see
The boys of the old brigade

From hills and farms the call to arms
was heard by one and all
and from the glens came brave young men
to answer Ireland's call
twas long ago we faced the foe
the old brigade and me
by my side they fought and died
that Ireland might be free
Where are the lads who stood with me
when histoy was made
Ó grá mo chroí, I long to see
The boys of the old brigade
and now my boy I've told you why
on easter morn I sigh
for I recall my comrades all
from the dark old days gone by
I think of men who fought in glens
with rifles and grenade
may heaven keep the men who sleep
from the ranks of the old brigade