Chorus:
Where are the lads that stood with me
When histoy was made

Oh gran mo cree I long to see
The boys of the old brigade


Oh father why are you so sad
On this bright easter morn
When Irishmen are proud and glad

Of the land where they were born
Oh son I see sad memories
Of far off distant days

When being just a boy like you
I joined the old brigade


Chorus

In the hills and farms the call to arms

Was heard by one and all
And from the glens came brave young men
To answer Irelands call

Twas long ago we faced the foe
The old brigade and me
By my side they fought and died

That Ireland might be free

And now my boy I've told you why

On easter morn I sigh
For I recall my comrades all
From the dark old days gone by

I think of men who fought in glens
With rifles and grenade
May heaven keep the men who sleep

From the ranks of the old brigade