Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean Where the stupendous waves roll in thundering motion, Where the mermaids are seen and the wild tempest gathers, 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 the bold and the immortal O'Connell. Where King Brian drove the Danes and Saint 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, Boyne, and Liffey and the Lakes of Killarney, You can ride on the tide on the broad majestic Shannon You can sail round Loch 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 their enemies they would not run from. 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 her fetters we will 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? Missing verse from Patsy's version 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.
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