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!"