The West's Awake - Conor Connolly

An old west of Ireland ballad, "The West's Awake" Conor Connolly on vocals with Catherine McHugh (piano) and Michael McCague (bouzouki)
Recorded in The Crane Bar, Galway in December 2021.
Thanks to Erin McGeown for the clip.

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Lovely

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A fabulous Version Conor.... Looking forward to hearing more singing 🎶

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Excellent version

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Fantastic

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His a mighty Singer

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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.