Will you come,
will you, will you,
will you come to the Bower?
Will you come to the Bower
or the free boundless ocean
Where stupendous waves
roll in thunder and motion
Where the mermaids are seen
and the fierce giant fish gathers
To love there in 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
The patriots' soldiers of
Turon and Chilconnell
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 visit Bentworth
and the storied Blackwater
Your own room at Monroe
and its chieftains did slaughter
You may ride on the tide
or the broad majestic Shannon
You may sail round Loughney
and see story Dungannon
Will you come, will you, will you,
will you come to the Bower?
You can visit New Ross, Gallen,
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, will you, will you,
will you come to the Bower?