A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

Oh thou hast been the cause of this anguish, my leather!

THOSE EVENING BELLS.

(MOORE)

Those Evening Bells, those Evening Bells,

How many a tale their music tells,

Of Yorkshire cakes and crumpets prime,

And letters only just in time!—

The Muffin-boy has pass'd away,

The Postman gone—and I must pay,