When you honor in song and in story
The names of the patriot men
Whose valor has covered with glory
Full many a mountain and glen
Forget not the boys of the heather
Who rallied their bravest and best
When Ireland was broken in Wexford
And looked for revenge to the West
I give you the gallant old West, boys
Where rallied our bravest and best
When Ireland lay broken and bleeding
Hurrah for the men of the West!
The hilltops with glory were glowing
'Twas the eve of a bright harvest day
When the ship we'd been wearily waiting
Sailed into Killala's broad bay
And over the hills went the slogan
To awaken in every breast
The fire that has never been quenched, boys
Among the true hearts of the West
I give you the gallant old West, boys
Where rallied our bravest and best
When Ireland lay broken and bleeding
Hurrah for the men of the West!
The names of the patriot men
Whose valor has covered with glory
Full many a mountain and glen
Forget not the boys of the heather
Who rallied their bravest and best
When Ireland was broken in Wexford
And looked for revenge to the West
I give you the gallant old West, boys
Where rallied our bravest and best
When Ireland lay broken and bleeding
Hurrah for the men of the West!
The hilltops with glory were glowing
'Twas the eve of a bright harvest day
When the ship we'd been wearily waiting
Sailed into Killala's broad bay
And over the hills went the slogan
To awaken in every breast
The fire that has never been quenched, boys
Among the true hearts of the West
I give you the gallant old West, boys
Where rallied our bravest and best
When Ireland lay broken and bleeding
Hurrah for the men of the West!
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