Come To The Bower

Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless

Ocean

Where stupendous waves roll in thundering motion,

Where the mermaids are seen and the wild 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 the immortal O'Connell.

Where Brian drove the Danes and St. 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 see Dublin City and the fine groves of Blarney

Bann, Boyne, the Pillar and the lakes of Killarney,

You can ride the tide o’er 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?

You can visit New Ross, gallant Wexford and Gorey,

Where the soil is sanctified by the blood of each true man

Where they died satisfied that 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'll break, links that long have encumbered,

And the air will resound with hosanna’s to greet you

On the shore will be found gallant Irishmen to greet you.

Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the

Bower?