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Rh —"The brink of the White Rocks."

I.

When all beside a vigil keep,

The West's asleep, the West's asleep—

Sing oh! and well may Erin weep,

When Conuaught lies in slumber deep.

II.

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.

III.

That chainless wave and lovely land

Freedom and Nationhood demand,

Sing on! the great God never plann'd,

For slumbering slaves, a home so grand.

IV.

And, long, a brave and haughty race

Honored and sentinell'd the place—

Sing oh! not even their sons' disgrace

Can quite destroy their glory's trace.

V.

For often, in O'Connor's van,

To triumph dash'd each Connaught clan—

Sing oh! how fleet the Normans ran

Through Corlieu's Pass, and Ardrahan!