The October winds lament around the castle of Drummore
Yet peace is in those 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-lon, sing hush-a-bye, loo-la-loo
Bring no ill will to hinder us, my helpless babe and me
Dread spirits of the Blackwater, Tlanoan's wild banshee
And Holy Mary pitting us in heaven for grace doth soothe
Sing hush-a-bye, loo-la-loo, lo-lon, sing hush-a-bye, loo-la-loo
Take time to thrive, my array of hope, in the garden of Drummore
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
Sing hush-a-bye, loo-la-loo, lo-lon, sing hush-a-bye, loo-la-loo
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