THE WEST'S ASLEEP. (Thomas Davis) 
When all beside a vigil keep, The West's asleep, the West's asleep-Alas! and well may Erin weep, When Connaught 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 lovely, land Freedom and Nationhood demand-Be sure, the great God never plann'd, For slumbering 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 dash'd each Connaught clan-And fleet as deer the Normans ran Through Coirrsliabh Pass and Ard Rathain.* 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 wave. 
And if, when all a vigil keep, The West's; asleep, the West's asleep-Alas! and well may Erin weep, That Connaught lies in slumber deep. But-hark! -some voice like thunder spake: " The West's awake, the West's awake'-Sing oh! hurra! let England quake, We'll watch till death for Erins sake!"  

Irish Song Lyrics 
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