Sweet Mary, where now on this turf we recline,
 A proud lofty castle once frown'd o'er the plain, 
Here Barons and Knights quaff'd their bowls of rich wine,
And throng'd to fair Towyn's wide spreading plain.

But now it is vanish'd, by time swept away, 
Nor is there a trace of the once stately dome: 
Forgot e'en their names, who, in splendid array, 
With hearts full of pride, call'd the mansion their home.

Yet never, I trust, did the castle resound 
With accents of pride or delight such as mine, 
When late as we rov'd o'er this now desert ground, 
My Mary with blushes, said, "Cadwal, I'm thine!"