Ring out, O bells avore my feäce,
Vull sweet your zwells, O ding-dong bells.
Ah! then vor things that time did bring
My kinsvo'k, Lea had bells to ring;
An' then, ageän, vor what bevell
My wife's, why Noke church had a bell;
But soon wi' hopevul lives a-bound
In woone, we had woone tower's sound,
Vor our high jaÿs all vive bells rung
Our losses had woone iron tongue.