The Boys Of The Ould Brigade Lyrics

The Boys Of The Ould Brigade"O hfather, why are you so sad,on this bright Easter morn?When Irishmen are proud and gladOf the land where they were born.""Oh, son, I see sad mem´ries viewOf far-off distant days,When, being just a boy like you,I joined the IRAIn hills and farms the call to armsWas heard by one and allAnd from the glens came brave young menTo answer Ireland´s call´Twas long ago we faced the foeThe old brigade and meBut by my side they fought and diedThat Ireland might be freeAnd now, my boy, I´ve told you whyOn Easter morn I sighFor I recall my comrades allFrom dark old days gone byI think of men who fought in glensWith rifles and grenadeMay Heaven keep the men who sleepFrom the ranks of the old brigadeWhere are the lads who stood with meWhen history was made?Oh, gra mo chree I long to seeThe Boys of the Old Brigade