We do travel far, deep in the valley,
Find the great ruins, of the Rievaulx Abbey.
Cistercian Abbeys of England, first it was one,
All the lay brothers, have all since gone.
Started to be built, back in 1132,
To replace the wooden, church they did do.
Built in such grandeur, over so many years,
Stripped and torn down, brings us to tears.
Great place of god, turned to rubble,
When king did decide, monks were all trouble.
Look at it now, the ruins before me,
Conserved as a monument, for all to see.