Will
you come to the bow or the free boundless ocean
Where the stupendous waves roll in thunder and motion
Where the mermaids are seen and the fierce
tempests gather to all air in the green
The dear land of our fathers,
will you come,
will you,
will you,
will you come to the bow or
How will you come to the land of O'Neill and O'Donnell
Of the full-fledged men and the brave Dan O'Connell
Where King Brian drove the Dane and St. Patrick the Berman
Whose valleys remain the most beautiful and charming
Will you come,
will you,
will you,
will you come to the bow or
How you can see Dublin City and the fine groves of
Larny The Van Buyn and Liffey and the lakes of Killarney
You can ride on the tide of the broad majestic
Shannon Sail round Loughney and see Storydonne Gannon
Will you come,
will you,
will you,
will you come to the bow or
How
Will you come and wake our dear land from its slumber
Lift your voices and sing and we'll all get together
And the air will resound with a vulture to greet you On
the shore will be ploughed gallant Irishmen to greet you
Will you come,
will you,
will you,
will you come to the bow or