Come To The Bower

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 of old 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 may ride on the tide on the broad majestic Shannon,
You may sail round Loch Neagh and see storied Dungannon.
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 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?

####.... Author unknown. Variant of an Irish traditional published as #96 in Irish Street Ballads, collected and edited by Colm O Lochlainn (A Corinth Book, New York, distributed by Citadel Press, 1960). Arranged by Ryan's Fancy (Songs From The Shows, ©2001, Avalon Music) ....####

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