[00:15.09]Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean
[00:19.47]Where stupendous waves roll in thundering motion
[00:24.75]Where the mermaids are seen and the wild tempest gather
[00:33.21]To loved Erin the green, the dear land of our fathers
[00:39.54]Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower
[00:41.04]Will you come to the land of O'Neill and O'Donnell
[00:55.05]Of Lord Lucan of old and the immortal O'Connell
[01:05.88]Where Brian chased the Dane and St. Patrick the vermin
[01:10.77]And whose valleys remain still most beautiful and charming
[01:16.50]Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower
[01:30.96]You can visit Benburb and the storied Blackwater
[01:34.05]Where Owen Roe met Munroe and his Chieftains did slaughter
[01:43.14]Where the lambs skip and play on the mossy all over
[01:47.28]From those bright golden views to enchanting Rostrevor
[01:52.83]Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower
[02:04.59]You can see Dublin City and the fine groves of Blarney
[02:10.38]The Bann, Boyne, the Pillar and the lakes of Killarney
[02:20.37]You can ride on the tide on the broad majestic Shannon
[02:23.22]You can sail round Lough Neagh and see storied Dungannon
[02:27.33]Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower
[02:40.08]You can visit New Ross, gallant Wexford and Gorey
[02:45.72]Where the green was last seen by proud Saxon and Tory
[02:52.86]Where the soil is sanctified by the blood of each true man
[02:58.53]Where they died satisfied that their enemies they would't run from
[03:15.33]Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower
[03:17.01]Will you come and awake our dear land from its slumber
[03:20.97]And her fetters we'll break, links that long are encumbered
[03:29.37]And the air will resound with Hosannahs to greet you
[03:33.39]On the shore will be found gallant Irishmen to greet you
[03:38.58]Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower

Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean
Where stupendous waves roll in thundering motion
Where the mermaids are seen and the wild tempest gather
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 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 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
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, the Pillar and the lakes of Killarney
You can ride on the tide on 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
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 that their enemies they would't run from
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'll 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