[Verse]
Will ye 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 fierce tempest gathers,
To loved Erin the green, their dear land of our fathers?

[Chorus]
Will you come, will you, will you,
Will you come to the bower?

[Verse]
Will ye come to the land of O'Neill and O'Donnell,
Of Lord Lucan of old and immortal O'Connell,
Where King Brian drove the Danes and St. Patrick the vermin,
And whose valleys still remain most beautiful and charming?

[Chorus]
Will ye come, will ye, will ye,
Will ye come to the bower?

[Chorus]
Will ye come, will ye, will ye,
Will ye come to the bower?

[Verse]
You can see Dublin city, and the fine groves of Blarney,
The Bann, the Boyne, the Liffey and the lakes of Killarney,
You could ride on the tide, oh, the broad majestic Shannon,
You can sail round Loch Neagh and see storied Dungannon.

[Chorus]
Will ye come, will ye, will ye,
Will ye come to the bower?

[Verse]
You can visit New Ross, gallant Wexford, and Gorey,
Where the green was last seen by proud Saxon and Tory,
And the soil sanctified by the blood of each true man,
Where they died satisfied, their enemies would not slew them.

[Chorus]
Will ye come, will ye, will ye,
Will ye come to the bower?

[Verse]
Will ye come and awake our lost 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?

[Chorus]
Will ye come, will ye, will ye,
Will ye come to the bower?

[Chorus]
Will ye come, will ye, will ye,
Will ye come to the bower?.