Ring the Bell, .watchman

Ring the Bell, .watchman.
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High in the belfry the old sexton stands.
Clasping the rope with his thin, long hands
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 comme and with Udings to tell.
Glorious and blessed tidings, ring, ring the bell.

Baring his long, slivery looks to the breeze.
First for a moment he drops on his knees.
Then with a vigor that few could excel
Answered to the welcome bidding. “Ring, ring the bell.”

Here from the hilltop the first signal gun
Thunders the world that some great deed is done:
There from the valley the long echoed swell
Ever and anon repeating “Ring, ring the bell.”

Bonfires are blazing and rockets ascend,
No mearer triumph such tokeng portend:
Shout, shout, my brothers, for all, all is well.
This the universal chorus, “Ring, ring the bell.”