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"Oh father, why are you so sad,
on this bright Easter morn?
When Irishmen are proud and glad
On the day when they were born."
"Oh, son, I see in mem'ries view
Of far-off distant days,
For being just a lad like you,
I joined the old brigade.
Where are the lads that stood with me
When history was made?
Oh, Grá mo chroí, I long to see
The Boys of the Old Brigade.
In hills and farms the call to arms
Was heard by one and all,
And from the glen 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
Where are the lads that stood with me
When history was made?
Oh, Grá mo chroí, I long to see
The Boys of the Old Brigade.
And so my boy, I've told you why
On Easter morn I sigh
When I recall my comrades all
From dark old days gone by
I think of men who fought England
With rifle and grenade
May heaven keep the men who sleep
From the ranks of the old brigade
Where are the lads that stood with me
When history was made?
Oh, Grá mo chroí, I long to see
The Boys of the Old Brigade.
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