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 Son I see in memories few In far off distant days When being just a boy like you I joined the IRA 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 glen came brave young men To answer Ireland's call 'Twas long ago we faced the foe The old brigade and me But by my side they fought and died That Ireland might be free 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 And now boy I've told you why On Easter morn I sigh When I recall my comrades all From dark old days gone by I think of men who fought in glens With 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 Oh gra mo chroi I long to see The boys of the old brigade