Will you come to the bower or the free boundless ocean
Where the stupendous waves roll in thunder and motion
Where the mermaid is seen and a fierce tempest gathers
Till love dared in the green the dear land of our fathers
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower
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
Robert Emmett and Wolf Tone and the immortal Dan O'Connell
Where King Brian drove 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
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower
You can visit Femburb and the storied Blackwater
Where Owen Rowe met Monroe and his chieftains did slaughter
Where the lambs skip and play on the mossy Ulver
From these bright golden views to enchanting Ross Trevor
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower
You can visit Dublin City and the fine groves of Larney
The Bambine and Liffey and the lakes of Killarney
Where King Brian drove 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
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower
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 together we will break chains that long have encumbered
And the air will resound with hosannas to meet you
On the shore we'll be found gallant Irishmen to meet you
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower