Castle Rushen

See where the mighty keep its form uprears
In lofty grandeur to the pondering sky.
See the majestic pile there raised on high,
A grim old relic of a thousand years.
Scene of a thousand smiles, a thousand tears,
Through it has echoed many a loud war-cry,
In the dark distant ages long gone by;
Scene of a thousand joys, a thousand fears.
Castle of Rushen, in thy deep retreats
Have prisoners been banished from the light
To end their days and misery and night.
Scarred by uncounted wins and few defeats,
Thou standest there a-frown in sturdy lime,
A monument of past years for all time!

1926