 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
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DUDLEY CASTLE.
I
From Dudley's Halls the lights are glancing,Far seen across the moorland dim,—
In Dudley's Halls their lord is dancing,
And fair young lips have smiles for him.
And he lies slain I vow'd to cherish—
By Dudley's hand the shaft was thrown;—
And I forlorn am left to perish,
Heart-broken, widow'd, and alone.
II
Smile, Dudley, smile, thy revels keeping!—Make bright with joy thy lordly tower;
Mine eyes are dim with hopeless weeping,
But misery gives prophetic power.
Down, down shall fall thy turrets hoary;
Red ruin lights the sultry air;
And down shall fall thy name and glory,
Low as my shame and my despair.
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