the dubliners
will you 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 gather 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 chased the Dane 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 visit Benburb and the storied Blackwater Where Owen Roe met Munroe and his Chieftains did slaughter Where the lambs skip and play on the mossy all over From those bright golden views to enchanting Rostrevor  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, Boyne, the Pillar and the lakes of Killarney You can ride on the tide on 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 green was last seen by proud Saxon and Tory Where the soil is sanctified by the blood of each true man Where they died satisfied that their enemies they Wouldn't run from  Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower  Will you come and awake our dear land from its slumber And her fetters we'll break, links that long have 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