As they told of each love-sick jade!
And the Abbot meek, with his form so sleek,
Was the heartiest of them all;
And would take his place with a smiling face,
When refection bell would call!
When they sung and laugh’d, and the rich wine quaff’d,
Till they shook the olden wall!
And they laugh’d ha! ha! and they quaff’d ha! ha!
Till they shook the olden wall!
Then say what they will, we’ll drink to them still,