Poetry Friday: October Winds (Or a Ballad, anyway)

The 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.

Chorus:
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la loo, lo-lan,
Sing hush-a-bye loo-la-loo.

Bring no ill-wind to hinder us,
my helpless babe and me,
Dread spirits of the Blackwater,
Clan Owen's wild banshee,
And Holy Mary pitying us
in heaven for grace does sue.

Chorus:
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la loo, lo-lan,
Sing hush-a-bye loo-la-loo.


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.

Chorus:
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la loo, lo-lan,
Sing hush-a-bye loo-la-loo.