Older companion of thy southern friend,
Older by far of the Manx castles twain,
Thy pomp and splendour shall we see again,
O castle red, ere thou draw’st near thine end?
Thy crumbling walls did in old time defend
The western coast, exposed to robbers lain;
And thou, beaten by winds and washed by rain,
Away invaders from Mannin did send.
Castle of Peel with thy cathedral gaunt,
Fast mouldering away, some patriot must
Restore thy greatness ere thou sink to dust!
The shrine of Manx Christendom, the haunt
Of priests and prelates, legendary home
Of spaniel black, thine hour again will come!