If you are curious about the music that goes with the lyrics, I found a terrible midi version at a this website: Beleek Collection Site that takes forever to load. Do yourself a favor, and find it by any reputable folk artist if you really want to hear it. It'll be a vastly superior version to the emotionless midi. The best version I ever heard was by Bill Crowfoot and Benjamin Luxom. Ah, if I could only lay my hands on that album again, I'd be a happy woman.
The Castle Of Dromore
(Trad)
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
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
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". "Eoan" is, I believe, pronouced "owen".