Classic Poem

Jolly friars tippled here,
Ere these Abbey walls had crumbled,
Still the ruins boast good cheer,
Though long ago the cloisters tumbled.
The monks are gone;
Well! well!
That's all one;
Let's ring their knell.
Ding dong! ding dong! to the bald-pated monk!
He set the example,
We'll follow his sample,
And all go to bed most religiously drunk,
Peace to the good fat friar's soul!
Who every day
Did wet his clay
In the deep capacious bowl.
Huzza! huzza! we'll drink and we'll sing!
We'll laugh and we'll quaff,
And make the welkin ring!