When all beside a vigil keep,

the West`s asleep, the West`s asleep-

Alas! and well may Erin weep

When Connacht lies in slumber deep,

There lake and plain smile fair and free

`Mid rocks their guardian chivalry.

Sing, Oh! let man learn liberty

From crashing wind and lashing sea.

That chainless wave and lonely 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` disgrace

Can quite destroy their glory`s trace.

For often in O`Connor`s van,

to triumph dashed each Connacht clan,

And fleet as deer the Normans ran

Thro` Corrsliabh Pass and Ardrahan;

And later times saw deeds as brave,

And glory guards Clanricarde`s grave,

Sing, Oh! they died their land to save

AT Aughrim`s slopes and Shannon`s waves.

And if, when all a vigil keep,

The West`s asleep, the Wests asleep!

Alas and well may Erin weep,

That Connacht lies in slumber deep.

But hark! a voice like thunder spake

"The West`s awake! the West`s Awake!"

Sing, Oh! hurrah! let England quake,

We`ll watch till death for Erin`s sake!