Come

Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundlessOceanWhere stupendous waves roll in thundering motionWhere the mermaids are seen and the wild tempest gatherTo loved Erin the green, the dear land of our fathersWill you come, will you, will you, will you come to theBowerWill you come to the land of O'Neill and O'DonnellOf Lord Lucan of old and the immortal O'ConnellWhere Brian chased the Dane and St. Patrick the verminAnd whose valleys remain still most beautiful andCharmingWill you come, will you, will you, will you come to theBowerYou can visit Benburb and the storied BlackwaterWhere Owen Roe met Munroe and his Chieftains didSlaughterWhere the lambs skip and play on the mossy all overFrom those bright golden views to enchanting RostrevorWill you come, will you, will you, will you come to theBowerYou can see Dublin City and the fine groves of BlarneyThe Bann, Boyne, the Pillar and the lakes of KillarneyYou can ride on the tide on the broad majestic ShannonYou can sail round Lough Neagh and see storiedDungannonWill you come, will you, will you, will you come to theBower(Extra verse not sung by Luke Kelly)You can visit New Ross, gallant Wexford and GoreyWhere the green was last seen by proud Saxon and ToryWhere the soil is sanctified by the blood of each trueManWhere they died satisfied that their enemies theyWould't run fromWill you come, will you, will you, will you come to theBowerWill you come and awake our dear land from it's slumberAnd her fetters we'll break, links that long haveEncumberedAnd the air will resound with Hosannahs to greet youOn the shore will be found gallant Irishmen to greetYouWill you come, will you, will you, will you come to theBower