(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, the land where they were born",
"Oh, son, I see in memory few 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,
The boys of the Old Brigade.

[Verse]
"From hill and farm, the call to arms was heard by one and all,
And from the glen came 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 they fought and they died that 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 of the Old Brigade.

(Fighting Men From Crossmaglen)
[Verse]
I'll sing a song of the bravest men,
The famous fighting unit from Armagh,
They are the men from Crossmaglen,
Amongst the bravest Irelands ever saw. (Where?)

[Chorus]
In Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when we hear that battle cry,
It will be the fighting men of Crossmaglen.

[Verse]
At night you'll hear bazookas roar,
The Armalite is heard across the land,
The IRA, push up the score,
They know the day of freedoms close to hand. (Where?)

[Chorus]
In Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when we hear that battle cry,
It will be the fighting men of Crossmaglen.

(A Nation Once Again)
[Chorus]
A nation once again, a nation once again,
And Ireland, long a province be a nation once again.

[Verse]
When boyhood's fire was in my blood, I read of ancient freemen,
For Greece and for Rome who bravely stood, three hundred men and three men,
And then I thought I yet might see, our fetters rent in twain,
And Ireland, long a province be a nation once again.

[Chorus]
A nation once again, a nation once again,
And Ireland, long a province be a nation once again.

[Verse]
So, as I grew from boy to man, I bent me to that bidding,
My spirit of each selfish plan and cruel passion ridding,
For thus, I hoped some day to aid, oh, can such hope be vain,
When my dear country shall be made a nation once again.

[Chorus]
A nation once again, a nation once again,
And Ireland, long a province be a nation once again.

(The Boys Of The Old Brigade)
[Verse]
"And now, my boy, I've told you why, on Easter morn I sigh,
For I recall my comrades all, on dark old days gone by,
Sure I think of men who fought in glen with rifle and grenades,
May heaven keep the men 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 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 of the Old Brigade.

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