Lyrics:

Will you come to the Bower Over the free boundless ocean Where the stupendous waves roll in thundering motion Where mermaids are seen And the fierce tempest gather To love 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 Lord Lucan of old and immortal O'Connell Where Brian chased 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 You can see Dublin City and the fine groves of Blarney The Bann, The Boyne, The Liffey and the lakes of Lillarney You can ride on the tide over the broad majestic Shannon You can sail round Lough Neagh and see storied Dungannon Will you come, will you, will you come to the Bower? Will you come and awake our dear land from ist's slumber And her fetters we we'll break links that long are encumbered And the air will resound with Hosannas to greet you On the shores will be found gallant Irishmen to meet you Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower