[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 of far off distant days,
Being just a boy like you I joined the IRA."

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

[Verse]
"From hill and farms, the call to arms was heard by one and all,
From the glen came brave young men to answer Ireland's call,
Was long ago, oh, we faced the foe, the Old Brigade and me,
By my side they fought and died that Ireland will be free."

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

[Bridge]
The I, the I, the IRA.

[Verse]
"Oh, and now, my boy, I've told you why, Easter morn I sigh,
And I recall my comrades all, from dark old days gone by,
I think of men who fought in glens with rifles and hand grenades,
May heaven keep the lads who sleep from the ranks of the Old Brigade."

[Chorus]
Oh, where are the lads who stood with me,
History was made?
Grá mo chroí, won't you to see,
The boys of the Old Brigade.