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Boys of the Old Brigade

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Oh, father why are you so sad on this bright Easter morn’
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When Irish men are proud and glad of the land that they were born?
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Oh, son, I see in mem’ries few of far off distant days
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When being just a lad like you I joined the I.R.A.

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Where are the lads that stood with me when history was made?
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A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see the boys of the old brigade.
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From hills and farms a call to arms was heard by one and all.
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And from the glen came brave young men to answer Ireland’s call.


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‘T wasn’t long ago we faced a foe, the old brigade and me,
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And by my side they fought and died that Ireland might be free.
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Where are the lads that stood with me when history was made?
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A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see the boys of the old brigade.


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And now, my boy, I’ve told you why on Easter morn’ I sigh,
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For I recall my comrades all and dark old days gone by.
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I think of men who fought in glen with rifle and grenade.
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May heaven keep the men who sleep from the ranks of the old brigade.

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Where are the lads that stood with me when history was made?
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A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see the boys of the old brigade.