Bhoys Against Bigotry (Studio Version)

If you come from Belfast Town, Derry City, County Down

The Calton, Tullygally, or from Bray

You can come along and see 'Bhoys against Bhigotry'

But don’t you sing 'Boys of the Old Brigade'

'Cause Fergus has said no, those tunes will have to go

These Rebel songs no longer can be played

'Cause we’ve made our self’s a pact, to polish up our act

So don’t you sing 'Boys of the Old Brigade'

You can sing of big Jock Brown, against the Famine and the Crown

'The Fields of Athenry' just makes the grade

You can sing 'Glen Daly’s' tone and 'You’ll Never Walk Alone'

But don’t you sing 'Boys of the Old Brigade'

The campaign’s under way, Pete McLean has had a say

A loyalist through and through it has been said

He has made a lot of cash, as he hides his Orange Sash

And he doesn’t know 'Boys of the Old Brigade'

So it’s no more 'Crossmaglen', 'Up the Ra', or 'Fenian Men'

'Sean South of Garryowen' must not be played

'The Broad Black Brimmer' has to go, 'Take it Down' and 'Say Hello'

And don’t you sing 'Boys of the Old Brigade'

So children, mums and dads, do not sing 'Where are the Lads'

Who stood with me when history was made

And don’t sing old 'Gradh Mo Croidhe' and how you long to see

To see the 'Boys of the Old Brigade'

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 memories view

Of far-off distant days

When being just a lad like you

I joined the IRA

Where are the lads who stood with me

When history was made?

A grá mo chroí, 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

But by my side they fought and died

That Ireland might be free

Where are the lads who stood with me

When history was made?

A grá mo chroí, 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

Of 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 who stood with me

When history was made?

A grá mo chroí, I long to see

The boys of the old brigade

Where are the lads who stood with me

When history was made?

A grá mo chroí, I long to see

The boys and girls of the old brigade