The October winds lament
Around the Castle of Drumore,
Yet peace is in her lofty halls,
My loving treasure store.
Though autumn leaves may droop and die
A bud of spring are you.
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la loo, lo lan,
Sing hush-a-bye loo, lo lan.
Send no I'll winds to hinder us,
My loving babe and me,
Dread spirit of the Blackwater banks,
Clan Owen's wild banshee.
And Holy Mary pitying us
In heav'n for grace doth sue.
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la loo, lo lan,
Sing hush-a-bye loo, lo lan.
Take time to thrive, my rose of hope,
In the garden of Drumore.
Take heed, young eagle, till your wings
Are feathered fit to soar.
A little time and then the land
Is full of things to do
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la loo, lo lan,
Sing hush-a-bye loo, lo lan.
The October winds lament
Around the Castle of Drumore,
Yet peace is in her lofty halls,
My loving treasure store.
Though autumn leaves may droop and die
A bud of spring are you.
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la loo, lo lan,
Sing hush-a-bye loo, lo lan.