Ringle-langle-lingle of the bell.
From the lane across the prairie o’er the hill
Down a winding little path the cows have made,
In my thought to-night I’m going, going still,—
For the sinking Sun is lengthening its Shade!
And I find them in the hollows—the hollows of the dell
And I find the drowsy cattle in the dell,
By the ringle-rangle-jingle,—the jangle of the bell,
By the ringle and the jangle of the bell.—
Klang-ke-link ge-lingle,