Past Duddo’s black and ruined tower
The hard pressed Fox has bent his way;
Past Etal’s town and Etal’s bower,
Which in the neighb’ring valley lay:
Climbed they the hills so steep and fair,
Which over Ford’s proud castle stare;
And pleased was every eye, I ween,
Whilst glanced along the princely scene.
The castle first attracts the eye,
In all her ancient majesty:
Meandering Till’s impetuous flow,
Runs wildly in the vale below;
And mountains bleak, and hills of green,
Diversify the giant scene.
Such is the wide domain and hall
Of John the Peer of Delaval.