Boys of the Old Brigade

Chorus :

Where are the lads that stood with me

When histoy was made

Oh gran mo cree I long to see

The boys of the old brigade

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 boy like you

I joined the old brigade

Chorus

In the hills and farms the call to arms

Was heard by one and all

And from the glens came brave young men

To answer Irelands 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

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