Medieval tomb effigy, St. Canice's Cathedral, Kilkenny.

Historic churches in which Cromwell's troops stabled horses include:

In Scotland, St. Nicholas Buccleuch in Dalkeith, Sinclair Chapel at Rosslyn Castle, Whitekirk church, the crypt of Glasgow Cathedral, the only pre-Reformation cathedral in mainland Scotland left standing by Cromwell's army, and St. Magnus Cathedral in the Orkney Islands.

In Ireland, St. Nicholas of Myra Church in Galway, St. Canice's in Kilkenny, St. Patrick's Cathedral in Dublin, and the Augustinian Abbey in Co. Tipperary.

In Wales, Llandaff Cathedral, used by Cromwell's armies as a beer hall. In England, medieval tomb-effigies somehow survived the ransacking of the priory chapel at Cartmel; at Willingham, Cromwell's forces kept records of the church decorations destroyed.

The historian Macaulay on the puritan zeal of the Roundheads:

But that which chiefly distinguished the army of Cromwell from other armies was the austere morality and the fear of God which pervaded all ranks. It is acknowledged by the most zealous royalists that, in that singular camp, no oath was heard, no drunkenness or gambling was seen, and that, during the long dominion of the soldiery, the property of the peaceable citizen and the honor of woman were held sacred. If outrages were committed, they were outrages of a very different kind from those of which a victorious army is generally guilty. No servant girl complained of the rough gallantry of the redcoats. Not an ounce of plate was taken from the shops of the goldsmiths. But a Pelagian sermon, or a window on which the Virgin and Child were painted, produced in the Puritan ranks an excitement which it required the utmost exertions of the officers to quell. One of Cromwell's chief difficulties was to restrain he pikemen and dragoons from invading by main force the pulpits of ministers whose discourses, to use the language of that time, were not savory; and too many of our cathedrals still bear the marks of the hatred with which those stern spirits regarded every vestige of Popery.

And this:

There was scarcely a rural grandee who could not tell a story of wrongs and insults suffered by himself, or by his father, at the hands of the parliamentary soldiers. One old Cavalier had seen half his manor house blown up. The hereditary elms of another had been hewn down. A third could never go into his parish church without being reminded by the defaced scutcheons and headless statues of his ancestry, that Oliver's redcoats had once stabled their horses there.