[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 memory's view the 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 and girls of the Old Brigade.

[Verse]
"From hills and farms, the call to arms was heard by one and all,
And from the glen came brave young men to answer Ireland's call,
Well it was long ago we faced the foe, the Old Brigade and me,
But by my side they fought and they died so 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 and girls of the Old Brigade.

[Verse]
"And now, my son, I've told you why, on Easter morn I sigh,
For I recall my comrades all, in dark old days gone by,
Well, I think of men who fought in glen with rifles and grenades,
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 and girls 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 and girls of the Old Brigade.