[Verse 1]
The irish freedom fighters, boys, have fought in hill and glen
From Tone through Pearse and Connolly and our brave H-block men
McSwiney taught them how to die, with pride their hearts did swell
[Chorus]
In England's concentration camps, in that dark H-block cell
[Verse 2-The Boys of the Old Brigade]
Oh father why are you so sad on this bright Easter morn'
When Irish men are proud and they're glad of the land where they were born
My son I see in memory to a far off distant day when being just a lad like you I joined the IRA
[Chorus]
Where are the lads who stood with mе when history was made?
Oh gra mo croidhe, I long to see thе boys of the old brigade
[Verse 3-Sean South of Garryowen]
It was on a dreary new year's eve the shades of night fell down
When a lorry load load of volunteers approached the border town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone
Ah, but the leader was a Limerick man, Seán South from Garryowen
[Verse 4]
No more we will hear the seagull's cry
O'er the murmurring Shannon tide
For he fell beneath a northern sky
Brave Hanlon by his side
He has gone to join the gallant band of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone
Another martyr for old Ireland
Seán South from Garryowen
The irish freedom fighters, boys, have fought in hill and glen
From Tone through Pearse and Connolly and our brave H-block men
McSwiney taught them how to die, with pride their hearts did swell
[Chorus]
In England's concentration camps, in that dark H-block cell
[Verse 2-The Boys of the Old Brigade]
Oh father why are you so sad on this bright Easter morn'
When Irish men are proud and they're glad of the land where they were born
My son I see in memory to a far off distant day when being just a lad like you I joined the IRA
[Chorus]
Where are the lads who stood with mе when history was made?
Oh gra mo croidhe, I long to see thе boys of the old brigade
[Verse 3-Sean South of Garryowen]
It was on a dreary new year's eve the shades of night fell down
When a lorry load load of volunteers approached the border town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone
Ah, but the leader was a Limerick man, Seán South from Garryowen
[Verse 4]
No more we will hear the seagull's cry
O'er the murmurring Shannon tide
For he fell beneath a northern sky
Brave Hanlon by his side
He has gone to join the gallant band of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone
Another martyr for old Ireland
Seán South from Garryowen
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