The Dubliners - Will You Come to the Bower? lyrics
[The Dubliners - Will You Come to the Bower? lyrics]
Will you come to the bower
O'er the free boundless ocean
Where stupendous waves roll
In thundering motion
Where the mermaids are seen and
The wild tempest gather
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 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 bower
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 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 see Dublin City and
The fine groves of Blarney the Bann, Boyne
The Pillar and the lakes of Killarney
You can ride on the tide
On 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 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 that their
Enemies they would't run from
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
Hosannahs to greet you
On the shore will be found
Gallant Irishmen to greet you
Will you come, will you, will you
Will you come to the bower
O'er the free boundless ocean
Where stupendous waves roll
In thundering motion
Where the mermaids are seen and
The wild tempest gather
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 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 bower
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 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 see Dublin City and
The fine groves of Blarney the Bann, Boyne
The Pillar and the lakes of Killarney
You can ride on the tide
On 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 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 that their
Enemies they would't run from
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
Hosannahs to greet you
On the shore will be found
Gallant Irishmen to greet you
Will you come, will you, will you
Will you come to the bower