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Lyrics

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 memories few, Of far off distant days, When being just a lad like you, I joined the IRA. Where are the lads that stood with me, When history was made, A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see, The boys of the old brigade. From hills and farms a call to arms, Was heard by one and all, And from the glen came brave young men, To answer Ireland’s call, 'T wasn’t long ago we faced a foe, The old brigade and me, And by my side they fought and died, That Ireland might be free. Where are the lads that stood with me, When history was made, A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see, The boys of the old brigade. And now, my boy, I’ve told you why, On Easter morn' I sigh, For I recall my comrades all, And dark old days gone by, I think of men who fought in glen, With rifle and grenade, May heaven keep the men who sleep, From the ranks of the old brigade...