[Verse]
"Oh, father, why are you so sad, on this bright Easter morn?
When Irish men are proud and glad of the land 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,
To see the boys of the Old Brigade.

[Verse]
"From hill and farm, the call to arm was heard by one and all,
And down the glen came the brave young men to answer Ireland's call,
It was long ago we faced the foe, the Old Brigade and me,
And by my side, well, they fought and they died so Ireland will be free."

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

[Verse]
"And now, my son, I told you why, on Easter Sunday morn I sigh,
As I recall my comrades all, in the dark old days gone by,
Well, I'll think of men who fought in the glens with 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,
To see the boys of the Old Brigade.

[Outro]
Oh, grá mo chroí, I long to see,
The boys and girls of the Old Brigade.