Boys of  The Old Brigade  

    Oh father why are you so sad on this bright Easter morn

  when Irish men are proud and glad of the land that they were born

          oh son I see in memory to of far off distant days  

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

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Where are the lads who stood with me

when history was made  

   oh gra mo chroi 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

 and by my side they fought and died

that Ireland might be free.

(Chorus)  

   And now my son I've told you why

on Easter morn I sigh

   when I recall my comrade's all

from dark old day's gone bye      

  I think of men who fought in the glens

with rifles and handgrenades

 may heaven keep the men who sleep

from the rank's of the old brigade

(Chorus)