The bell has rung
Oh, yet premature
Aborted my promenade
As it had just begun

In Haste, with hesitation,it tolled
I was told my levy
Oh no, so suddenly
She wouldn’t tell me

In the foggy bottom
It tolled for me
As it faintly echoed
I became the ringer

A beggar of mercy
Rope around my neck
A cappella it sung;
My poor beau bella.