The October winds lament
Around the castle of Dromore
Yet peace is in her lofty halls
A pháiste gheal a stóir
Though autumn leaves may droop and die
A bud of spring are you
Sing hush-a-by loo, la loo, lo lan
Hush-a-by loo, lo lan
Bring no ill will to hinder us
My loving babe and me
Dread spirit of the Blackwater
Clan Eoen’s wild banshee
And Holy Mary pity us
In Heaven for grace doth sue
Sing hush-a-by loo, la loo, lo lan
Hush-a-by loo, lo lan
Take time to thrive my rose of hope
In the garden of Dromore
Take heed young eaglet till thy wings
Are feathered fit to soar
A little time and then our land
Is full of things to do
Sing hush-a-by loo, la loo, lo lan
Hush-a-by loo, lo lan