| lyric | 1. Will you come to the bow'r o’er 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 to the bower.
2. Will you come to the land of O’Neill and O’Donnell,
Of Lord Lucan of old and the immortal O’Connell,
Where Brian drove the Danes and St. Patrick the vermin,
And whose valleys remain still most beautiful and charming.
3. 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 mossey all over,
From those golden bright views to enchanting Rostrevor.
4. You can see Dublin city and the fine groves of Blarney,
The Bann, Boyne, the Liffey and the lakes of Killarney,
You may ride on the tide o'er the broad majestic Shannon,
You may sail round Loch Neagh and see storied Dungannon.
5. 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.
6. Will you come and awake our lost land from ist slumber,
And her fetters we will break, links that long are encumbered,
And the air will resound with Hosanna to greet you,
On the shore will be found gallant Irishmen to meet you. |