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 winds and lashing sea That chainess wave and lovely land Freedom and Nationhood demand be sure the great God never planned for slumbering slaves a home so grand For long a brave and haughty race honoured and sentinelled the place Sing Oh, not even their son's 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 through 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 at Shannon's waves And if, when all a vigil keep The West's asleep, The West's asleep Alas! And well may Erin weep When 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 fight till death for Eireans sake.
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A fabulous Version Conor.... Looking forward to hearing more singing 🎶
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Excellent version
His a mighty Singer
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 winds and lashing sea
That chainess wave and lovely land
Freedom and Nationhood demand
be sure the great God never planned
for slumbering slaves a home so grand
For long a brave and haughty race
honoured and sentinelled the place
Sing Oh, not even their son's 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
through 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 at Shannon's waves
And if, when all a vigil keep
The West's asleep, The West's asleep
Alas! And well may Erin weep
When 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 fight till death for Eireans sake.