Ding dong, dong ding dong!

"The dead, the dead, they fright me not,

—Yet prayers are due for the dead, I ween,

And due respect should they be seen."

When next the midnight hour strikes,

Ding dong, dong ding dong!

When next the midnight hour strikes,

The graves gape wide and ghastly show

The dead who issue from below.

Three diverse ways they pass along,