Will You Come To the Bower? - The Dubliners
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 would'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 are encumbered
And the air will resound
With Hosannahs to greet you
On the shore will be found
Gallant Irishmen to meet you
Will you come will you will you
Will you come to the bower