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
Full many a and glen,
not the boys of the heather
Who rallied bravest and best
When was broken in Wexford
And looked for to the West.
cho: I give you the old West, boys,
Where our bravest and best
When Ireland lay broken and
for the men of the West!
The hilltops glory were glowing
'Twas the eve of a harvest day,
When the ship been wearily waiting
into Killala's broad bay.
And over the went the slogan
To in every breast
The fire has never been quenched, boys,
Among the hearts of the West.

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

And pledge me the sons of France, boys,
Bold Humbert and all his men,
Whose tramp, the trumpet of battle,
Brought hope to the again.
Since Ireland has caught to her
On many a mountain and
The who fell, so they're here, boys,
To us to victory still.

Though all the dreamings we cherished
Went in disaster and woe,
The spirit of old is still us
That would bend to the foe.
And is ready whenever
The loud rolling tuck of the
Rings out to the echoes
And tell us the has come.

Recorded by Clancys, Patrick
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