Dinging, dinging;
With brazen tongue it proclaims the hour,
Dinging, dinging:
Calls to the work of storing the mind
With useful knowledge of every kind,
Urging the laggards left far behind,
Dinging, dinging.
Gently it swings in the steeple high,
Pealing, pealing;
The steeple that points to the upper sky,