Come To the Bower — Irish History in Song
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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 fierce tempest gathers To loved Erin the green, the dear land of our fathers Will you come, will ya, will ya 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 You can visit Benburb and the storied Blackwater Where Owen Roe met Munro and his chieftans did slaughter Where the lamb sport and play on the mossy all over From those bright golden views to enchanting Rosstrevor You can see Dublin city and the fine groves of Blarney The Bann, Boyne, the Liffey, and the lakes of Killarney You can ride on the tide o’er the broad, majestic Shannon1 You can sail ’round Lough Neagh and see storied Dungannon 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, their enemies they would not run from Will you come and awake our dear land from its slumber And her fetters we will break, links that long have encumbered And the air will resound with hosannas to greet you On the shore will be found gallant Irishmen to meet you
- The Shannon, Ireland’s longest river, is often referred to as “the broad, majestic Shannon” in poetry and song (e.g., The Pogues have a song by that name). I suspect “Come To the Bower” is where this originated, but I’m not sure. ↩