[Verse]
"Oh, father, why are you so sad, on this bright Easter morn?
When Irish men are proud and glad of the lands where they were born",
"Oh, son, I see in memories 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]
"From hills and farms, the call to arms was heard by one and all,
And from the glen came the brave young men to answer Ireland's calls,
Was long ago we faced a foe, the Old Brigade and me,
And by my side, they fought and they died that Ireland 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 boys, I told you why, on Easter Sunday morn I sigh,
When I recall my comrades all, from dark old days gone by,
I think of men who fought in the glen with rifles and grenades,
May heaven keep the lads who sleep on 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.

[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.