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THE WEST’S AWAKE
Trad. Arr. Merry Ploughboys
 
When all beside a vigil keep, 
The west asleep, the west 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 lashing winds and crashing sea.

For often in O'Connor's van, 
To triumph dashed each Connaught clan
And fleet as deer the Normans ran
Through Curlew's 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 wave.
 
And if when all a vigil keep, 
The west's asleep, the west's asleep.
Alas and well may Erin weep,
When Connaught 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.
 
 
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That chainless wave and lovely land, 
Freedom and Nationhood demand.
Be sure the great God never planned
For slumbering slaves a home so grand.
And long a proud and haughty race
Honoured and sentinelled the place.
Sing oh not even their sons' disgrace
Can quite destroy their glory's trace.