[Verse]
"Oh, father, why are you so sad, on this bright Easter morn?
When Irish men are proud and they're glad of the land that they were born",
"Oh, son, I see in memory's view of far off distant day,
When being just a lad like you I joined the IRA."

[Chorus]
Where are the lads who stood with me,
When history was made?
Oh, grá mo chroí, I long to see,
The boys of the Old Brigade.

[Verse]
"For hills and farms, the call to arms was heard by one and all,
And down the glen came brave young men to answer Ireland's call,
Well, it was long ago we faced a foe, the Old Brigade and me,
And by my side they fought and they died so that Ireland it might be free."

[Chorus]
Where are the lads who stood with me,
When history was made?
Oh, grá mo chroí, I long to see,
The boys of the Old Brigade.

[Verse]
"And now, my son, I've told you why, on Easter morn I sigh,
As I recall my comrades all, of dark old days gone by,
I think of men who fought in glen with a rifle and grenade,
May heaven keep the lads who sleep from the ranks of the Old Brigade."

[Chorus]
Where are the lads who stood with me,
When history was made?
Oh, grá mo chroí, I long to see,
The boys of the Old Brigade.