“Oh, we’ve had a nice ride!”

Said the bell of St. Bride.

“And are ground in a mill!”

Moaned a bell near Cornhill.

“We must wait for high tide!”

Mourned the bell of Cheapside.

“It’s a regular hitch!”

Clanged the bell of Shoreditch.

“Shall we really lose all?”

Asked the bell of St. Paul.