[Verse]
While we honour in song and in story,
The names of the patriot men,
Whose valour has covered with glory,
Full many a mountain and glen.

Forget not the boys of the heather,
Who marshalled their bravest and best,
When Éire was broken in Wexford,
And looked for revenge to the West.

[Chorus]
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!

[Verse]
The hilltops with glory were glowing,
Twas the eve of a bright harvest day,
When the ships we'd been wearily waiting,
Sailed into Killala's broad bay.

And over the hills went the slogan,
To waken in every breast
The fire that has never been quenched, boys,
Among the true hearts of the West.

[Chorus]
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!

[Verse]
Killala was ours ere the midnight,
And high over Ballina town,
Our banners in triumph were waving,
Before the next sun had gone down.

We gathered to speed the good work, boys,
The true men anear and afar,
And history can tell how we routed,
The redcoats through old Castlebar.

[Chorus]
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!

[Verse]
Though all the bright dreamings we cherished,
Went down in disaster and woe,
The spirit of old is still with us,
That never would bend to the foe.

And Connaught is ready whenever,
The loud rolling tuck of the drum,
Rings out to awaken the echoes,
And tell us the morning has come.

[Chorus]
So, here's to the gallant old West, boys,
Where rallied our bravest and best,
When Ireland lay broken and bleeding,
Hurrah boys! Hurrah for the West!.