Will You Come To The Bower

Over The Free Boundless Ocean

Where The Stupendous Waves

Roll In Thundering Motion

Where Mermaids Are Seen

And The Fierce Tempest Gather

To Love 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

Lord Lucan Of Old

And Immortal O'Connell

Where Brian Chased 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

The Bann, The Boyne,

The Liffey And The Lakes Of Lillarney

You Can Ride On The Tide

Over The Broad Majestic Shannon

You Can Sail Round Lough Neagh

And See Storied Dungannon

Will You Come, Will You,

Will You Come To The Bower?



Will You Come And Awake

Our Dear Land From Ist's Slumber

And Her Fetters We We'll Break Links

That Long Are Encumbered

And The Air Will Resound

With Hosannas To Greet You

On The Shores Will Be Found

Gallant Irishmen To Meet You

Will You Come, Will You, Will You,

Will You Come To The Bower