Come to the Bower - Ray McAreavey,Johnny Beggan
Will you come to the bower
Over the free boundless ocean
Where stupendous waves
Roll in thundering motion
Where the mermaids are seen
And the wild 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 came Brian chase 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 can 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
You can visit Benburb
And the storied Blackwater
Where Owen Roe met Munroe
And his Chieftains did slaughter
Where the lambs sport 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 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
Their enemies they would not run from
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 meet you
Will you come will you will you
Will you come to the bower