Luyện nghe bài hát The Men Of The West

The Men of the
(William Rooney)
When you in song and in story
The of the patriot men,
Whose has covered with glory
many a mountain and glen,
Forget not the boys of the
Who rallied their and best
Ireland was broken in Wexford
And looked for to the West.
I give you the gallant old West, boys,
Where rallied our bravest and
Ireland lay broken 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 broad bay.
And over the hills the slogan
To in every breast
The fire has never been quenched, boys,
Among the true of the West.

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

And pledge me the stout of France, boys,
Bold and all his brave men,
Whose tramp, like the of battle,
hope to the drooping again.
Since Ireland has to her bosom
On a mountain and hill
The who fell, so they're here, boys,
To cheer us to still.

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

Recorded by Clancys, Patrick
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