Boys of the Old Brigade
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 were 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.
Chorus:
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 on 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 sight
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)