The Castle of Dromore, apparently from the Maloney family collection. Posted on various websites without attribution
A haunting traditional Irish lullabye. To satisfy the curiosity of the purists, yes, I composed and added the second verse. This follows the version sung by Kate Power.
The October winds lament around the castle of Dromore
Yet peace lies 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, low loo, low lan
Hush-a-bye loo, low loo
Come to me and rest peacefully in the Castle of Dromore
The fears of night the gates deny, safe in loving arms you’ll lie
Though the night be cold and the lonely winds blow, the Angels watch over you.
Sing hush-a-bye loo, low loo, low lan
Hush-a-bye 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 hush-a-bye loo, low loo, low lan
Hush-a-bye loo, low loo
Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the gardens 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 hush-a-bye loo, low loo, low lan
Hush-a-bye loo, low loo
The October winds lament around the castle of Dromore
Yet peace lies 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, low loo, low lan
Hush-a-bye loo, low loo
Sing hush-a-bye loo, low loo, low lan
Hush-a-bye loo, low loo
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