The West's Asleep.

Air--The Brink of the White Rocks. I.     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. II.     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 brave and haughty race     Honoured and sentinelled the place--     Sing oh! not even their sons' disgrace     Can quite destroy their glory's trace. III.     For often, in O'Connor's van,     To triumph dashed each Connaught clan--     And fleet as deer the Normans ran     Through Corlieu'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. IV.     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 Erin's sake!"