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A October winds lament around the Dcastle Eof DroAmore Yet F#mpeace is in its Elofty Ahalls, a Dphais-de Eban a Astor
Though F#mAutumn Eleaves mayD droop andA die a bud ofE Spring are Ayou Singing Dhushabye, Elo, lai, Alo lo, lan, sing hDushabye, lEo, lai, lAay
Bring no ill wind to hinder us, my helpless babe and me Dread spirit of Blackwater banks, Clan Eoin’s wild banshee And Holy Mary pitying, in heaven for grace doth sue Singing hushabye, lo, lai, lo, lo, lan, sing hushabye, lo, lai, lay Take time to thrive my Rose of hope, in the garden of Dromore Take head young eagle till your wings are weathered fit to soar A little time and then our land is full of things to do Singing hushabye, lo, lai, lo lo, lan, sing hushabye, lo, lai, lay