It is a fine example of a Motte and Bailey Castle
The Motte, a raised-earth platform without moat,
The Count of Mortain had this view, ‘to keep out every rascal’
To sit up in his Tower, watch and gloat!
This second Earl of Cornwall was a Norman Noble Hand
Who had to keep the Saxons in their place
The road to London crossed his land
And everybody bowed and knew their place!
With plenty water running by and deer and sheep to eat
This half-brother of William the Conqueror
Could never taste defeat!
And so his bloodline stood the test
of time and Marshalled England
It was and is a place to rest
And stop the Spanish soldiers land!
No raids this far inland from coast
No neighbours round to dinner
A lonely place to eat your roast
So rain and time have made it thinner!
But if you want to ride the road
from Cornwall in your carriage
Romance could blossom all around
And make a perfect marriage!
So keep this motte and Bailey home
For holiday retreats
For Romans all roads lead to Rome
For us they lead to London streets!