Will You Come To The Bower
Or The Free Boundless Ocean
Where Stupendous Waves Roll
Where the mermaids are seen,
And the fierce tempest gathers
The dear land of our fathers, will you come,
Will you, will you, will you
Will you come to the land of O
and the immortal O 'Connell
Where King Brian chased the Danes
and St. Patrick the vermin
still most beautiful and charming
Will you come, will you, will you,
will you come to the Bower?
You can visit New Ross, Galland,
Where the dream was last seen
Where the soil is sanctified
by the blood of each true man
Where they died satisfied their enemies
And will you come, will you, will you,
will you come to the Bower?
and see storied Blackwater
and his chieftains did slaughter
You can ride o 'er the tide,
on the broad majestic Shannon
You can sail round Lough Neagh,
and see storied Dungannon
Will you come, will you, will you,
will you come to the Bower?
and the fine groves of Blarney,
The Van, the Boyne, the Liffey,
and the lakes of Killarney,
Where the lambs sport and play
From the green glens of Antrim
to enchanting Ross Trevor
Will you come, will you, will you,
will you come to the Bower?
Will you come and awake our
dear land from her slumber
and her fetters we will break,
links that long have encumbered?
And the air will resound,
with hosannas to greet you
On the shore will be found,
Gael and Irishmen to meet you
Will you come, will you, will you,
will you come to the Bower?
Will you come, will you, will you,
will you come to the Bower?
