An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
An Original Collection of Songs | ||
JOHNNY BELL!
A parish clerk, was Johnny Bell,
No words away e'er throwing;
But Mrs. Bell, was a noisy belle,
For her clapper was alays going.
John cried, I am a stupid elf,
To be jeer'd by all the people,
But I'll hang my cares up, with myself,
So he hung himself in the steeple.
No words away e'er throwing;
But Mrs. Bell, was a noisy belle,
For her clapper was alays going.
John cried, I am a stupid elf,
To be jeer'd by all the people,
But I'll hang my cares up, with myself,
So he hung himself in the steeple.
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Ding, dong, ding dong, ding dong.
The ringers came, who rang so well,
And found, as the story tells,
Among the ropes, the rope where Bell
Was hanging among the bells.
We came to ring a merry round,
For mutton and trimmings, they said—
Our mutton's lost, but we have found,
A man as mutton dead.
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And found, as the story tells,
Among the ropes, the rope where Bell
Was hanging among the bells.
We came to ring a merry round,
For mutton and trimmings, they said—
Our mutton's lost, but we have found,
A man as mutton dead.
Ding, dong, &c.
They cut him down, and quickly found
Poor Johnny was not dead;
His mortuum rope 'tis true was cut,
Not so his vital thread!
“Why did you do this act so dread?”
They one and all did cry—
Poor Johnny star'd at them, and said,
I hung myself to try.
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Poor Johnny was not dead;
His mortuum rope 'tis true was cut,
Not so his vital thread!
“Why did you do this act so dread?”
They one and all did cry—
Poor Johnny star'd at them, and said,
I hung myself to try.
Ding, dong, &c.
While Johnny Bell hung there, 'tis true,
The steeple high to deck,
Mistress Bell was hanging too,
Round Major George's neck.
John caught them both, and to enrage her,
He thump'd the Major's nob;
For Johnny Bell, he lov'd no major,
But merry Major Bob.
The steeple high to deck,
Mistress Bell was hanging too,
Round Major George's neck.
John caught them both, and to enrage her,
He thump'd the Major's nob;
For Johnny Bell, he lov'd no major,
But merry Major Bob.
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Ding, dong, &c.
This Mrs. Bell's soft heart soon broke,
And wonderful, but true,
When death her vital current stopp'd,
Her clapper it stopp'd, too.
Cried John, ‘there is no harmony
Springs from one bell alone,
So I'll get another, whose tongue shall not
Be louder than my own.”
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And wonderful, but true,
When death her vital current stopp'd,
Her clapper it stopp'd, too.
Cried John, ‘there is no harmony
Springs from one bell alone,
So I'll get another, whose tongue shall not
Be louder than my own.”
Ding, dong, &c.
An Original Collection of Songs | ||