If you come from Belfast Town, Derry City, County Down,
The Calton, Tullygally, or from Bray,
You can come along and see the 'Bhoys Against Bigotry',
But don't you sing 'Boys Of The Old Brigade'.

Cause Fergus has said no, those tunes will have to go,
These rebel songs no longer can be played,
Cause we've made ourselves a pact, to polish up our act,
So don't you sing 'Boys Of The Old Brigade'.

You can sing of big Jock Brown, against the Famine and the Crown,
'The Fields of Athenry' just makes the grade
You can sing 'Glen Daly's' tone and 'You'll Never Walk Alone',
But don't you sing 'Boys Of The Old Brigade'.

The campaign's under way, Pete McLean has had a say,
A loyalist through and through it has been said,
He has made a lot of cash, as he hides his Orange Sash,
And he doesn't know 'Boys Of The Old Brigade'.

So it's no more 'Crossmaglen', 'Up the Ra', or 'Fenian Men',
'Seán South Of Garryowen' must not be played,
'The Broad Black Brimmer' has to go, 'Take It Down' and 'Say Hello',
And don't you sing 'Boys Of The Old Brigade'.

So children, mums and dads, do not sing 'Where are the lads,
Who stood with me when history was made',
And don't sing 'Oh, grá mo chroí' and how you long to see,
To see the boys of the Old Brigade.