Luyện nghe bài hát The Men Of The West

The Men of the
(William Rooney)
you honor 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 their and best
When Ireland was broken in
And for revenge to the West.
cho: I give you the old West, boys,
Where rallied our and best
When Ireland lay and bleeding;
for the men of the West!
The hilltops with glory glowing
'Twas the eve of a harvest day,
When the we'd been wearily waiting
into Killala's broad bay.
And over the hills went the
To awaken in breast
The fire has never been quenched, boys,
Among the hearts of the West.

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

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

Though all the bright 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 rolling tuck of the drum
Rings out to the echoes
And us the morning has come.

Recorded by Clancys, Galvin
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