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The Old Church Bell.

UP with the rooks where none can reach, a goodly priest am I,
And the world may hear my loud voice preach, as the busy winds go by;
Over the bride with her orange flowers, over the dead man's form:
Now to make merry the bridal hours, then to arouse the worm.

Ding, dong, I ring or I toll, for the young child's life, or the old man's soul.
Ding, dong, I ring or I toll, for the young child's life, or the old man's soul.
Ding, dong, I ring or toll, for the young child's life, or the old man's soul.
Ding, dong, I ring or I toll, for the young child's life, or the old man's soul!
Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong bell.
Ding, dong dong.

Up with the rooks where none can reach, a goodly priest am I,
And the world may hear my loud voice preach, as the busy winds go by;
The banner has waved o'er my belfry home, while I pealed with a nation's pride;
But ere the day had passed away, I proclaimed that a King had died.

Chorus — Ding, dong, etc.

Up with the rooks where noon can reach, a goodly priest am I,
And the world may hear my loud voice preach, as the busy winds go by:
Ah! many shall wake, and many shall sleep, 'neath the varied tale I tell,
And many a heart shall dance and weep, to the tune of the old church bell.

Chorus — Ding, dong etc.