Текст песни Come to the Bower - The Wolfe Tones
Will
you
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,
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
immortal
O'Connell.
Where
Brian
drove
the
Danes
And
Saint
Patrick
the
vermin
And
whose
valleys
remain
still
most
beautiful
and
charming?
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.
You
can
see
Dublin
city,
And
the
fine
groves
of
Blarney
The
Bann,
Boyne,
and
Liffey
and
the
Lakes
of
Killarney,
You
may
ride
on
the
tide
on
the
broad
majestic
Shannon
You
may
sail
round
Loch
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
that
their
enemies
they
would
not
run
from.
Will
you
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.
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