When all beside a vigil keep,
the Westís asleep, the Westís asleep-
Alas! and well may Erin weep
When Connacht lies in slumber deep,
There lake and plain smile fair and free
ëMid 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 slumbíring slaves a home so grand,
And long, a brave and haughty race
Honoured and sentinelled the place,
Sing, Oh; not even their sonsí disgrace
Can quite destroy their gloryís trace.

For often in OíConnorís van,
to triumph dashed each Connacht clan,
And fleet as deer the Normans ran
Throí Corrsliabh Pass and Ardrahan;
And later times saw deeds as brave,
And glory guards Clanricardeís grave,
Sing, Oh! they died their land to save
At Aughrimís slopes and Shannonís waves.

And if, when all a vigil keep,
The Westís asleep, the Wests asleep!
Alas and well may Erin weep,
That Connacht lies in slumber deep.

But hark! a voice like thunder spake
"The Westís awake! the Westís Awake!"
Sing, Oh! hurrah! let England quake,
Weíll watch till death for Erinís sake!