Ring the Bell
-1-
High in the belfry the old
sexton stands
Grasping the rope with his thick
bony hand.
Fixed is his gaze as by some
magic spell.
Till he hears the distant
murmur ring, ring the bell.
(Chorus)
Ring the bell, watchman
ring, ring, ring.
Yes, yes, the good news
is now on the wing.
Yes, yes, they come and
with tidings to tell.
Glorious and blessed tidings
ring, ring. ring.
-2-
Beaming his long silver
locks to the breeze.
First for a moment he drops
on his knees.
Then with a vigor that
few can excel,
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