Luyện nghe bài hát The Men Of The West

The Men of the
(William Rooney)
When you in song and in story
The names of the men,
Whose has covered with glory
many a mountain and glen,
Forget not the of the heather
Who rallied bravest and best
When Ireland was in Wexford
And looked for to the West.
cho: I you the gallant old West, boys,
Where our bravest and best
When Ireland lay and bleeding;
for the men of the West!
The hilltops with glory glowing
'Twas the eve of a bright day,
the ship we'd been wearily waiting
Sailed into Killala's bay.
And over the went the slogan
To in every breast
The fire has never been quenched, boys,
the true hearts of the West.

Killala was ere the midnight,
And high Ballina town
Our banners in triumph waving
the next sun had gone down.
We gathered to speed the work, boys
The true men from near and
And can tell how we routed
The redcoats old Castlebar.

And me the stout sons of France, boys,
Humbert and all his brave men,
Whose tramp, like the of battle,
Brought to the drooping again.
Since Ireland has caught to her
On many a mountain and
The gallants who fell, so here, boys,
To cheer us to still.

Though all the dreamings we cherished
Went down in and woe,
The spirit of old is with us
never would bend to the foe.
And Connaught is ready
The rolling tuck of the drum
Rings out to awaken the
And tell us the has come.

Recorded by Clancys, Patrick
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