Luyện nghe bài hát The West's Awake

When all beside a keep,
The West's asleep, the asleep
Alas! and well may weep
Connacht lies in slumber deep.
There lake and plain smile and free,
'Mid rocks their chivalry.
Sing, Oh! let man liberty
From wind and lashing sea.

That chainless wave and land
Freedom and nationhood
Be sure the great God never
For slumb'ring a home so grand.
And long a and haughty race
Honoured and the place.
Sing, Oh! not even their disgrace
Can quite their glory's trace.

For often, in van,
To dashed each Connacht clan,
And fleet as the Normans ran
Thro' Pass and Ardrahan;
And later saw deeds as brave,
And glory Clanricarde's grave,
Sing, Oh! they died their land to
At slopes and Shannon's wave.

And if, when all a keep,
The asleep! the West's asleep!
Alas! and may Erin weep
That Connacht in slumber deep.
But, hark! a voice thunder spake,
The West's awake! the awake!
Sing, Oh! hurrah! let quake,
We'll till death for Erin's sake!