(The Boys Of The Old Brigade)
[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.

(Take It Down From The Mast)
[Chorus]
Oh, take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
It's flag we Republicans claim,
It will never belong to Free Staters,
Who have brought on it nothing but shame.

[Verse]
Leave it to those who are willing,
To uphold it in war and in peace,
To the men who intend to do the shooting,
Until England's tyranny cease.

[Chorus]
Oh, take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
It's flag we Republicans claim,
Never belong to Free Staters,
Who have brought on it nothing but shame.

[Verse]
You've murdered our brave Liam and Rory,
You've butchered young Richard and Joe,
Hands with our blood are still gory,
Fulfilling the work of the foe.

[Chorus]
So take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
It's flag we Republicans claim,
It will never belong to Free Staters,
Who have brought on it nothing but shame.

[Verse]
You sold out the six counties for your freedom,
Although we gave you McCracken and Tone,
And other men have fought for you in Dublin,
Ah, but you'll watch on as we fight them all alone.

[Chorus]
Take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
It's flag we Republicans claim,
It will never belong to Free Staters,
Cause you've brought on it nothing but shame.

[Chorus]
Oh, take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
It's flag we Republicans claim,
Will never belong to Free Staters,
For you've brought on it nothing but shame.