When all beside a vigil keep,
The West's asleep, the West's asleep -
and well may Erin weep
When Connacht lies in slumber deep.
There lake and plain smile fair and free,
their guardian chivalry.
Sing, Oh ! let man learn liberty
From crashing wind and lashing sea.
wave and lovely land
Freedom and nationhood demand;
Be sure the great God never planned
For slumb'ring slaves a
home so grand.
And long a brave and haughty race
Honoured and sentinelled the place.
Sing, Oh! not even their sons'
Can quite destroy their glory's trace.
For often, in O'Connor's van,
To triumph dashed each Connacht
And fleet as deer the Normans ran
Thro' Corrsliabh Pass and Ardrahan;
And later times saw deeds as brave,
And glory guards Clanricard's grave,
Sing, Oh! they died their land to save
At Aughrim's slopes and Shannon's
And if, when all a vigil keep,
The West's asleep! the West's asleep!
Alas! and well may Erin weep
Connacht lies in s1umber deep.
But, hark! a voice like thunder spake,
The West's awake! the West's awake!
Oh! hurrah! let England quake,
We'll watch till death for Erin's sake.