She said as she sat down:
Merrily, merrily rung the bells,
And out Rebecca was thrown.
“Tidings to Richard Penlake were brought
That his good wife was dead;
‘Now shall we toll for her poor soul
The great church bell?’ they said.
“ ‘Toll at her burying,’ quoth Richard Penlake,
‘Toll at her burying,’ quoth he;
‘But don’t disturb the ringers now