Luyện nghe bài hát The Men Of The West

The Men of the
(William Rooney)
When you honor in song and in
The of the patriot men,
Whose valor has with glory
Full many a and glen,
Forget not the of the heather
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 our bravest and best
When Ireland lay and bleeding;
for the men of the West!
The hilltops with glory were
'Twas the eve of a harvest day,
the ship we'd been wearily waiting
Sailed into Killala's bay.
And over the went the slogan
To awaken in every
The that has never been quenched, boys,
Among the hearts of the West.

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

And pledge me the stout of France, boys,
Humbert and all his brave 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 cheer us to still.

Though all the dreamings we cherished
Went down in and woe,
The spirit of old is still us
That never 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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