Those evening bells! Those evening bells! 
How many a tale their music tells, 
Of love, and home, and those sweet time, 
When last I heard their soothing chime. 

Those joyous hours are passed away; 
And many a heart, that then was [bad word]  
Within the tomb now darkly dwells, 
And hears no more those evening bells. 

And so’t will be when I am gone; 
That tuneful peal will still ring on, 
While other bards shall walk these dells, 
And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.