| lyric | 1. October winds lament around the castle of Dromore.
Yet peace is in its lofty halls a phaisde ban astór,
Though Autumns winds may droop and die a bud of spring are you,
Sing hushabye, lul, lul, lo, lo, lan,
sing hushabye lul, lul, loo.
2. 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, lul, lul, lo, 10, Ian,
Sing hushabye, lul, lul, 100.
3. Take time to thrive, my Rose of hope, in the garden of Dromore;
Take heed young Eagle — till your wings are weathered fit to soar;
A little time and then our land is full of things to do,
Sing hushabye, lul, lul, lo, 10, Ian,
Sing hushabye, lul, lul, 100. |