Lyrics:

Will you come to the Bower o'er the free boundless ocean
Where stupendous waves roll in thunder and motion
Where the mermaids are seen and the wild tempest gathers
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
Of Lord Lucan the bold 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 own Roe met Munroe and his chieftains did slaughter
Where the lambs sport 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
Leban, Boyne, the Pillar and the lakes of Killarney
You can ride on the tide o'er 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?

Will you come and awake our dear land from its slumber
And her fetters we will break, links that long have encumbered
And the air will resound with hosannas to greet you
On the shore will 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?