some of the english staff discriminate against catholics and irish but most of the staff is rly good. Where are the lads who stood with me When history was made? Oh, gra machreee I long to see The Boys of the Old Brigade. "Oh father, why are you so sad, on this bright Easter morn? When Irishmen are proud and glad Of the land where they were born." "Oh, son, I see in mem'ries view A far-off distant day, When, being just a boy like you, I joined the I.R.A In hills and farms the call to arms Was heard by one and all, And from the glens 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 my God and I So Ireland might be free. And now, my boy, I've told you why On Easter morn I sigh For I recall my comrades all From dark old days gone by, I think of men who fought in vain With rifle and grenade May Heaven keep the men who sleep From the ranks of the old brigade.