| Will you come to the bower o’er the free boundless ocean
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| Where the stupendous waves roll in thunder and motion
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| Where the mermaid is seen and a fierce tempest gathers
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| To loved Erin the Green the dear land of our fathers
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| Will you come to the land of O’Neill and O’Donnell
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| Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone and the immortal Dan O’Connell
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| Where King Brian drove the Danes and St Patrick the vermin
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| And whose valleys remain still most beautiful and charming
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| You can visit Benburb and the storied Blackwater
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| Where Owen Roe met Munroe and his chieftains did slaughter
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| Where the lambs sport and play on the mossy all over
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| From these bright golden views to enchanting Rostrevor
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| You can visit Dublin City and the fine groves of Blarney
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| The Bann, Boyne and Liffey and the Lakes of Killarney
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| You may ride on the tide o’er the broad majestic Shannon
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| Or sail around Lough Neagh and see storied Dungannon
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| You can visit New Ross, gallant Wexford and Gorey
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| Where the green was last seen by proud Saxon and Tory
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| Where the ground is sanctified by the blood of each freeman
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| Where they died satisfied their enemies they would not run from
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| Will you come and awake our lost land from its slumber
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| And together we will break, links that long have encumbered
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| And the air will resound with hosannas to meet you
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| On the shore will be found gallant Irishmen to greet you |