Come to the bower
Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean
Where the stupendous waves roll in thundering motion
Where the mermaids are seen and the fierce tempest gathers
To loved Erin the green, the dear land of our fathers
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?
Will you come to the land of O'Neill and O'Donnell
Of Lord Lucan of old and immortal O'Connell
Where Brian drove the Danes and Saint Patrick the vermin
And whose valleys remain still most beautiful and charming?
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?
You can visit New Ross, gallant Wexford and Gorey
Where the green was last seen by proud Saxon and Tory
You may ride on the tide on the broad majestic Shannon
You may sail round Loch Neagh and see storied Dungannon
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?
You can see Dublin city and the fine groves of Blarney
The the shannon and the s.., and the Lakes of Killarney
Where the soil is sanctified by the blood of each true man
Where they died satisfied their enemies they would not run from
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?
Will you come and awake our lost land from its slumber
And her fetters we will break, links that long are encumbered
And the air will resound with Hosanna to greet you
On the shore will be found gallant Irishmen to meet you
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?
Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean
Where the stupendous waves roll in thundering motion
Where the mermaids are seen and the fierce tempest gathers
To loved Erin the green, the dear land of our fathers
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?
Will you come to the land of O'Neill and O'Donnell
Of Lord Lucan of old and immortal O'Connell
Where Brian drove the Danes and Saint Patrick the vermin
And whose valleys remain still most beautiful and charming?
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?
You can visit New Ross, gallant Wexford and Gorey
Where the green was last seen by proud Saxon and Tory
You may ride on the tide on the broad majestic Shannon
You may sail round Loch Neagh and see storied Dungannon
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?
You can see Dublin city and the fine groves of Blarney
The the shannon and the s.., and the Lakes of Killarney
Where the soil is sanctified by the blood of each true man
Where they died satisfied their enemies they would not run from
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?
Will you come and awake our lost land from its slumber
And her fetters we will break, links that long are encumbered
And the air will resound with Hosanna to greet you
On the shore will be found gallant Irishmen to meet you
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?