Cáislean Droma Mhor (The Castle of Dromore)

Tá gaotha an gheimhridh sgallta fuar,

Thart thimchioll an Drom'-mhóir,

Ach ann sna halla tá siothchán,

A pháiste gheal a stóir.

Ta gach sean-duilleog dul air crith,

ach is og an beannglan thú

Seinimis lothin lú ló lan

Seinim loithin lú ló

Nár thig aon droch-rud idir mé's

mo naoidheanán gan bhrón,

Nar thig aon tais ó'n Abhainn Mhóir

na Bean-sidhe Chloinne Eoghain,

á Muire Máthair ós ár g-cionn

ag iarradh grása duinn

Seinimis lothin lú ló lan

Seinim loithin lú ló

A Róis mo chroídhe, a Slaithín ur

a's gharrha an Drom'-mhóir,

Bí ag fás go mbeídh gach cleite beag,

mar sgiathán iolair mhóir,

Agus léim ann sin air fad an t-saoghail,

oibrigh a's saothraigh clú

Seinimis lothin lú ló lan

Seinim loithin lú ló

(The October winds lament

Around the castle of Dromore

Yet peace is in her lofty halls

Oh, my loving treasure,

Though autumn vines may droop and die

A bud of spring are you

Sing hushabye low, lah, loo, lo lan

Sing hushabye low, lah loo

Bring no ill wind to hinder us

My helpless babe and me

Dread spirit of the Blackwater

Clan Eoan's wild banshee

And holy Mary pitying us in heaven

For grace doth sue

Sing hushabye low, lah, loo, lo lan

Sing hushabye low, lah loo

Take time to thrive my ray of hope

In the garden of Dromore

Take heed young eaglet till your wings

Are feathered fit to soar

A little rest and then our land

Is full of things to do

Sing hushabye low, lah, loo, lo lan

Sing hushabye low, lah loo)