Castle Of Dromore Lyrics

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