Castle Dromore

October winds lament
Around the castle of Dromore
Yet peace is in her lofty halls,
My loving treasure store
Though autumn leaves may droop and die,
A bud of spring are you

Chorus
Sing hushabye loo, low loo, low lan
Hushabye loo, low loo

Dread spirits all of black water,
Clan Owen's wild banshee
Bring no ill wind to him nor us,
My helpless babe and me

Chorus

And Holy Mary pitying us
To Heaven for grace doth sue
Take time to thrive, my ray of hope,
In the garden of Dromore

Chorus

Take heed, young eaglet, till thy wings
Are feathered fit to soar
A little rest and then
The world is full of work to do
A little rest and then
The world is full of work to do

 

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