And then I spied the fire-bell.
I've been a ringer, so I know
How best to make a big bell go.
So on to bell-rope swift I swoop,
And stick my one foot in the loop
And heave a down-swig till I groan,
'Awake, you swine, you devil's own.'
I made the fire-bell awake,
I felt the bell-rope throb and shake;
I felt the air mingle and clang