October winds lament around
The castle of Dromore
Yet peace is in her lofty halls
A pháiste gheal a stóir
Though autumn winds may droop and die
A bud of spring are you
Singing hushabye loo, lah loo, low lan
Sing hushabye loo, lah loo
Bring no ill wind to hinder us
My helpless babe and me
Dread spirit of the Blackwater
Clan Eoan's wild banshee
And Holy Mary pitying us
In heaven for grace doth sue
Singing hushabye loo, lah loo, low lan
Sing hushabye loo, lah loo
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 rest and then our land
Is full of things to do
Singing hushabye loo, lah loo, low lan
Sing hushabye loo, lah loo
Singing hushabye loo, lah loo, low lan
Sing hushabye loo, lah loo