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• Artiste: Shilelagh Law
• Titre: Boys of the Old Brigade / Nation Once Again
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Oh, father why are you so sad On this bright Easter morn' When Irish men are proud and glad Of the land that they were born? Oh, son, I see in mem'ries few Of far off distant days When being just a boy like you I joined the IRA. Where are the lads that stood with me When history was made? A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see The boys of the old brigade. From hills and farms a call to arms Was heard by one and all. And from the glen came brave young men To answer Ireland's call. 'T was long ago we faced a foe, The old brigade and me, And by my side they fought and died That Ireland might be free. Where are the lads that stood with me When history was made? A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see The boys of the old brigade. And now, my boy, I've told you why On Easter morn' I sigh, For I recall my comrades all And dark lost days gone by. I think of men who fought in glens With rifle and grenade. May heaven keep the men who sleep From the ranks of the old brigade. Where are the lads that stood with me When history was made? A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see The boys of the old brigade. Where are the lads that stood with me When history was made? A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see The boys of the old brigade. When boyhood's fire was in my blood I read of ancient freemen, For Greece and Rome who bravely stood, Three hundred men and three men; And then I prayed I yet might see Our fetters rent in twain, And Ireland, long a province be. A Nation once again! A Nation once again, A Nation once again, And lreland, long a province, be A Nation once again! And from that time, through wildest woe, That hope has shone a far light, Nor could love's brightest summer glow Outshine that solemn starlight; It seemed to watch above my head In forum, field and fane, Its angel's voice sang round my bed, A Nation once again! A Nation once again, A Nation once again, And lreland, long a province, be A Nation once again! So, as I grew from boy to man, I bent me to that bidding My spirit of each selfish plan And cruel passion ridding; For, thus I hoped some day to aid, Or can such hope be vain ? When my dear country shall be made A Nation once again! A Nation once again, A Nation once again, And lreland, long a province, be A Nation once again!