Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean
Where stupendous waves roll in thunder and 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 the immortal O'Connell
Where King 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 bowe
You can see Dublin City and fine groves of Blarney
The Bann the Boyne the Liffey and the Lakes of Killarney
You can ride on the tide o'er 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 Benburb and the storied Blackwater
Where Owen Roe met Munro 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 will break links that long have 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