The Boys Of The Ould Brigade Lyrics

The Boys Of The Ould Brigade lyrics

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 mem´ries view 

 Of far-off distant days, 

 When, being just a boy like you, 

 I joined the IRA 

  

 In 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 

 But 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 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 

  

 Where are the lads who stood with me 

 When history was made? 

 Oh, gra mo chree I long to see 

 The Boys of the Old Brigade