All nettles and chickweed inside;
Where the wind did howl the livelong day,
And the livelong night beside.
It had no windows or roof, I am sure,
Or parlour for Bell-accoyle;
Where a Belamay and a Belamoure,
In daynt Bellgards mote moyl.
'That same parlour,' said Jerry, 'has bells enough to bother the rookery of Thomastown, and that is the largest in Ireland.'
Nathlesse, to stablish her rights, I ween,
Came to that castle fair Cherubine.