Quarter-final promo will stir the soul of everyone in the west

Three Connacht teams vying for two spots in the All-Ireland semi-final.

It's fair to say, the west's awake. There's a bit of the west in all of us - at least we like to think so. Whether you're rolling through the yellow fields of Roscommon, sitting by the Shannon or enjoying some of the most spectacular views in the world anywhere along that Atlantic coast, who on God's green earth wouldn't want to believe that they have some connection to the west of Ireland? It's real Ireland out there. Beautiful, friendly, parochial. Come Sunday though, they'll be the fiercest of rivals.

2pm: Kerry v Galway 4pm: Roscommon v Mayo

The M4 will be some craic on the road into Dublin as the most passionate of Gaels from three different counties out west make the journeys into headquarters to support their teams in the Colosseum of the GAA. Well, Supermacs is up for it too. The main sponsors of Galway GAA have produced a soul-stirring tribute to Connacht in preparation for the All-Ireland quarter-finals and what better way to do it than use the words of Thomas Davis?

West's Awake When all beside a vigil keep the West's asleep, the West's asleep alsas 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 and long a brave and haughty race honored 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 Shannon's waves 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 fight till death for Ireland's sake

Get ready for battle. The west's way. Thanks to Padraic O Neachtain for sending this our way. If you have any pieces of content, don't hesitate to get in touch!