[Verse]
"Oh, father, why are you so sad, on this bright Easter morn?
When Irish men they are proud and are glad of the land where they were born",
"Oh, son, well, I see in memories view of far off distant days,
When being just a lad like you, well, I joined the IRA."

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

[Verse]
"From hills and farms, the call to arms was heard by one and all,
And down the glen came the brave young men just to answer Ireland's call,
Well, it was long ago we faced the foes, the Old Brigade and me,
And by my side, well, they fought and they died so that Ireland might be free."

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

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

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

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