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 The You You can see Dublin City and the fine groves of Blarney Bann, Boyne, the Pillar and the lakes of Killarney can ride on the tide on the broad majestic Shannon 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

As[Am] down the glen one Easter[G] morn to a[C] city [Am]fair rode I There[Am] Armed lines of marching[G] men in [C]squadrons[Am] passed me by No[C] fife did hum nor[G] battle[Em] drum did[C] sound it's [Am]dread tatoo But the[Am] Angelus bell o'er the Liffey[G] swell rang[C] out through the[Am] fo ggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy d ew 'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the shore of the Great North Sea Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy

dew But For And Who Ah, For But For the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you, slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew