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 Will you come to the Bower over the free boundless ocean

 Where the stupendous waves roll in thundering motion

 Where mermaids are seen and the fierce tempests gather

 To love 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

Lord Lucan of old and immortal O'Connell

Where Brian chased the Danes 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

Break

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, The Boyne, The Liffey and the lakes of Killarney

You can ride on the tide over 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

Will you come and awake our dear land from it's slumber

And her fetters we'll break links that long are encumbered

And the air will resound with Hosannas 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