The Boys of the Old Brigade 歌词

	作曲 : McGuigan
	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 lad 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 wasn’t 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 old days 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.
	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.

	zuo qu : McGuigan
	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 lad 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 wasn' t 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 old days 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.
	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.

	zuò qǔ : McGuigan
	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 lad 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 wasn' t 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 old days 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.
	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.

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