[Verse]
"Oh, father, why are you so sad, on this bright Easter morn?
When Irish men are proud and glad of the land that they were born",
"Oh, son, I see in memory true of far off distant days,
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 hills and farms, the call to arms was heard by one and all,
And from the glens came brave young men to answer Ireland's call,
Twas long ago we faced the foe, the Old Brigade and me,
And by my side they fought and 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.

[Verse]
"Now my boy, I've told you why, on Easter morn I sigh,
For I recall my comrades all, of dark old days gone by,
I think of men who fought in glens 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.