The Castle Of Dromore

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The October winds lament
Around the castle of Dromore
Yet peace is in her lofty halls
A pháiste bán a stór
Though autumn leaves may droop and die
A bud of spring are you
Sing hushaba lú lá lú ló lán, hushaba lú ló lán

Send no ill will to hinder us
My loving babe and me
Dread spirit o’ the Blackwater
Clan Eoan’s wild banshee
And holy Mary pitying in heaven
For grace doth sue
Sing hushaba lú lá lú ló lán, hushaba lú ló lán

Take time to thrive my rose of hope
In the garden o’ Dromore
Take heed young eagles till your wings
Are feathered fit to soar
A little time and then our land
Is full o’ things to do
Sing hushaba lú lá lú ló lán, hushaba lú ló lán

This lullaby contains a typically Irish mixture of references to both Christian belief and folklore. Castle Dromore is near Kenmare, Co. Kerry in Ireland, and the Blackwater referred to in the second verse is a river that flows by the castle. A pháiste bán a stór (a fesh-de van a store) means her pale children, her treasure.