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 IRA

 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

 And now, my boy, I?ve told you why
 On Easter morn I sigh
 For I recall my comrades all
 From dark old days gone by
 I think of men who fought in glens
 With rifles 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, gra mo chree I long to see
 The Boys of the Old Brigade