October winds lament around the castle of Dramore
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
Verse 2
Bring no ill wind to him nor us, my helpless babe and me
Dread spirits of the black water, Clan Owen's wild banshee
And Holy Mary pitying us to Heaven for grace doth sooth
Chorus
Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the garden of Dramore
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
Chorus