(Freedom Fighters)
The Irish freedom fighters, boys, have fought in hill and glen,
From Tone through Pearse and Connolly and our brave H-Block men,
MacSwiney taught them how to die, with pride their hearts did swell,
In England's concentration camps, in that dark H-block cell.

(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 they're glad of the land where they were born."
"My son I see in memory 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 mе,
When history was made?
Oh gra mo croidhe, I long to see,
Thе boys of the Old Brigade.

(Seán South Of Garryowen)
It was on a dreary new year's eve the shades of night fell down,
When a lorry load of volunteers approached the border town,
There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone,
Ah, but the leader was a Limerick man, Seán South from Garryowen.

No more we will hear the seagull's cry o'er the murmuring Shannon tide,
For he fell beneath a northern sky, brave Hanlon by his side,
He has gone to join the gallant band of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone,
Another martyr for old Ireland Seán South from Garryowen.

(Freedom Fighters)
Fight on you Irish volunteers for victory is sure,
In battle or internment camp your courage will endure,
They will never take your dignity, though naked, starved and pale,
In England's concentration camps, in that dark H-block cell,
In England's concentration camps, in that dark H-block cell.