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

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

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

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

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

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

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