CASTLE OF DROMORE



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



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



recorded on Bok, Trickett, and Muir Ways of Man

Irish air

@lullaby @Irish

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