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.
A son I see in memories few A far off distant day
When me and just a boy like you I joined the IRA
Where are the lads who stood with me When history was made?
Oh, proudly I love to see The boys of the old day
From hill and farm the call to arm Was heard by one and all
And from the glen came brave young men To answer Ireland's call
But 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 who stood with me When history was made?
Oh, proudly I love to see The boys of the old day
And now, my son, I've told you why On Easter morn I sigh
For I recall my comrades all From dark old days gone by
I think a man who fought in gland With a rifle and grenade
May heaven keep the men who sleep From the ranks of the old brigade
Where are the lads who stood with me When history was made?
Oh, proudly I love to see The boys of the old day
Where are the lads who stood with me When history was made?
Oh, proudly I love to see The boys of the old day
Where are the lads who stood with me When history was made?