"Come To The Bower" lyrics

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, their 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 King Brian drove the Danes and Saint Patrick the vermin
And whose valleys still remain most beautiful and charming?
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?

You can see Dublin city, and the fine groves of Blarney
The Bann, The Boyne, The Liffey and the Lakes of Killarney
You could ride on the tide or the broad majestic Shannon
You can sail round Loch 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 green was last seen by proud Saxon and Tory
And the soil sanctified by the blood of each true man
Where they died satisfied, their enemies would not slew them
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 are encumbered
And the air will resound with hosannahs 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?
Will you come, will you, will you
Will you come to the bower?