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Hazel Whyte
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Come To The
Bower
It was once
said to me, and has
been voiced by
many - that the only
difference between the
Scots and the Irish
is that the Scots stopped
fighting.

My response to my Irish
friends is that we
stopped fighting for
good reason.
After putting OUR king
on THEIR throne, WE
thought WE had won !

Sadly the Scots have now
spent four centuries
wondering what
happened ??

Perhaps NOW is the
time to peacefully right
the wrongs of
the past.
In the words
of Burns, as he
wrote from the heart.

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victorie.

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power,
Chains and slaverie.

Wha would be a traitor-knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a Slave?
Let him turn and flie:

Wha for Scotland's king and law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or free-man fa',
Let him follow me.

By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your Sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud Usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us Do - or Die!!!

Choose your destiny.

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?

cho: 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.