Will you come to the Bower
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Over the free boundless ocean
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Where the stupendous waves
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roll in thundering motion
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Where mermaids are seen
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And the fierce tempest gather
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To love Erin the green
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The dear land of our fathers
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Will you come, will you, will you,
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will you come to the Bower
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Will you come to the land
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of O'Neill and O'Donnell
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Lord Lucan of old
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and immortal O'Connell
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Where Brian chased the Danes
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and St. Patrick the vermin
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And whose valleys remain still
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most beautiful and charming
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Will you come, will you, will you,
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will you come to the Bower
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You can see Dublin City
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and the fine groves of Blarney
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The Bann, The Boyne,
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The Liffey and the lakes of Lillarney
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You can ride on the tide
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over the broad majestic Shannon
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You can sail round Lough Neagh
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and see storied Dungannon
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Will you come, will you,
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will you come to the Bower?
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Will you come and awake
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our dear land from ist's slumber
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And her fetters we we'll break links
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that long are encumbered
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And the air will resound
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with Hosannas to greet you
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On the shores will be found
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gallant Irishmen to meet you
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Will you come, will you, will you,
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will you come to the bower
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Come To The Bower
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| Shane MacGowan & The Popes |
