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 mem'ries view Of far-off distant days, When, being just a boy like you, I joined the old brigade. Chorus: Where are the lads who stood with me When history was made? Oh, gra mo chree I long to see The Boys of the Old Brigade. | 2. In 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, But by my side they fought and died That Ireland might be free. Chorus:
3. And now, my boy, I've told you why |