or the free boundless ocean
Where the stupendous waves
roll in thunder and motion
Where the mermaids are seen
and the fierce tempest gathers
to 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
and the immortal O 'Connogh
Where Brian drove the Danes,
and St. Patrick the vermin,
Still most beautiful and charming,
will you come to the Bower?
and the fine groves of Blarney
Oh, the band by the Liffey
and the lakes of Killarney
or the broad majestic Shannon
You can sail round Loughney
Will you come, will you, will you,
will you come to the Bower?
You can visit New Ross, Gallant,
Where the green was last seen
by the blood of each Truman
Where they died satisfied,
their enemies they'd not run from
Will you come, will you, will you,
will you come to the bower?
our lost land from its slumber?
And whose feathers day will break,
links that long have encumbered
And the air will resound,
with Hosannas to meet you
On the shore will be found,
gallant Ir ishmen to meet you
Will you come, will you, will you,
will you come to the Bower? you
