THOSE JOYOUS VILLAGE BELLS.
I
Oh! I cannot bear the sound
Of those joyous village bells.
Mournful music should be found
In the halls where sorrow dwells.
Once for me those bells were rung,
And the bridal song was sung;
Wretched is the bride who hears
Sounds like those with tears.
II
Now I see the laughing train,
Youths and maidens dancing forth;
I'll not look on them again,
Eyes like mine would mar their mirth.
Once for me those bells were rung,
And the bridal song was sung;
Wretched is the bride who hears
Sounds like those with tears.
