Castle Of Drumore


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 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 

Sing hushabye loo, low loo, low lan 
Hushabye loo, low loo 

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

Sing hushabye loo, low loo, low lan 
Hushabye loo, low loo 

Midi sequenced by Barry Taylor

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