West's Awake, The Thomas Osbourne Davis 
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 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' 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 Clanricard'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 Connacht lies in s1umber 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  

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