Then not one of them spoke,
Though all thought 'twas some joke
Of that monkey, young Patrick O'Neale,
Till the urchin they saw
Fast asleep on the floor,
Where he fled in the hopes to conceal
The disguise he still wore,
For he felt more and more
That the wrath of the Abbot he'd feel.
"Let me go! let me go!" cried a voice from without;