Oh, how it rings, and swings and clangs,
Shaking the old roof where it hangs!
The sound foretells, foretells, foretells
The toils that follow morning bells.
In ringing notes that rise and swell,
In startling sharpness sounds a bell.
To boys and girls, it seems to speak
Of German, Latin, French and Greek;
The lads and lassies know it well,
It is the famed Academy bell.