The October winds lament around the castle of DrummoreYet peace is in those lofty halls, my loving treasure storeThough autumn leaves may droop and die, a bud of spring are youSing hush-a-bye, loo-la-loo, lo-lon, sing hush-a-bye, loo-la-looBring no ill will to hinder us, my helpless babe and meDread spirits of the Blackwater, Tlanoan's wild bansheeAnd Holy Mary pitting us in heaven for grace doth sootheSing hush-a-bye, loo-la-loo, lo-lon, sing hush-a-bye, loo-la-looTake time to thrive, my array of hope, in the garden of DrummoreTake heed, young eaglet, till thy wings are feathered fit to soarA little rest, and then the world is full of work to doSing hush-a-bye, loo-la-loo, lo-lon, sing hush-a-bye, loo-la-loo*