Three monks sat by a bogwood fire!

Swift through the glen ran the river Lee!

And Alleyn next, by that bogwood fire,

Told his tale—a woeful man was he:

Alas, he had loved unlawfullie

The wife of his brother, Sir Hugh Maguire!

And he fled to the cloister to free

His soul from sin: and ’twas sad to see

How sorrow had worn the youthful friar!

Three monks sat by a bogwood fire!