Come To The Bower - Shane MacGowan/The Popes
Will you come to the bower
Over 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
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 immortal O'Connell
Where Brian drove the Danes
And Saint 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 Boyne and Liffey
And the Lakes of Killarney
You may ride on the tide
On 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
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
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