THE CASTLE OF DROMORE
The Castle of Dromore
October winds lament around
The Castle of Dromore,
Yet peace is in its lofty halls,
my loving treasure store.
Though autumn leaves may droop and die,
a bud of spring are you
Sing hushabye loo, low loo,
low lan hushabye loo, low loo.
Bring no ill wind to hinder us,
my helpless babe and me.
Dread spirit of Blackwater banks,
Clan Eoin’s wild banshee,
and Holy Mary pitying,
in Heaven for grace doth sue.
Sing hushabye loo, low loo,
low lan hushabye loo, low loo.
Take time to thrive, my Rose of hope,
in the garden of Dromore;
Take heed young Eagletill your wings
are weathered fit to soar;
A little time and then our land
is full of things to do.
Sing hushabye loo, low loo,
low lan hushabye loo, low loo.