Karaoké The Boys of the Old Brigade The Wolfe Tones

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

When Irish men are proud and glad of the land where they were born

Oh Son I see in memories few of far-off distant days

When bein' just a lad like you

I joined the IRA

Where are the lads who stood with me when history was made

A 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 glen 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

Where are the lads who stood with me when history was made

A 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 of dark old days gone by

I think of men who fought in glens with a rifle and grenade

May heaven keep the men who sleep from the ranks of the old brigade

Where are the lads who stood with me when history was made

A grá mo chroí

I long to see the boys of the old brigade

Where are the lads who stood with me when history was made

A grá mo chroí

I long to see the boys of the old brigade