Текст песни Boys of the Old Brigade (Live) - The Wolfe Tones

Oh father why are you so sad on this bright Easter morn
When Irish men are proud and glad of the land where they were born
Oh son I see in memory to a far of distant day
When being just a lad like you I joined the IRA
Where are the lads who stood with me when history was made
Oh gra mo croidhe, I long to see the boys of the old brigade
From 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 mightb e free
And now my boy I've told you why on Easter morn I sigh
For I recall my comrades all of dark old days has gone by
I think of men who fought in glen with rifle and grenade
May heaven keep the men who sleep from the ranks of the old brigade