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 lad like you I joined the IRA !
Where are the lads who stood with me when histoy was made Ó 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 glens came brave young men to answer Ireland's 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
Where are the lads who stood with me when histoy was made Ó 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 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 from the ranks of the old brigade