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CASTLE OF DROMORE October winds lament around the castle of Dromore 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 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 Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the garden 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 recorded on Bok, Trickett, and Muir Ways of Man Irish air @lullaby @Irish filename[ CASTDROM SOF |
The Castle of Dromore The Castle of Dromore (October Winds) |
