Из альбома: Belt of the Celts
 When all [G] beside a [C] vigil keep,
 
 The [D] West's asleep, the [G] West's asleep
 
 Alas! and well may [C] Erin weep
 
 When [D] Connacht lies in [G] slumber deep.
 
 There lake and plain smile [C] fair and free,
 
 'Mid [Am] rocks their guardian [D7] chivalry.
 
 Sing, [G] Oh! let [D] man learn [Em] liberty
 
 From crashing [D] wind and lashing [G] 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 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
 
 That 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 watch till death for Erin's sake!