Ding... Dong,
Ding... Dong.
Hear all these bells,
those sweet silver bells,
that all sound the same.
We've found someone to blame.
Ding, Dong, and Dong,
Dong is their song.
Hear it everywhere,
filling the air.
On, on they bring,
on the bells ring.
He once was a king,
on we all sing.
To the platform he steps,
taking his long trek
to his definite death.
Staring at his cold breath.
Now we fasten the noose,
he begs us "set me him loose".
Hear this sad song,
Ding, Dong and Dong.
"Oh how the pound,
raising their sound.
Over hill and dale,
telling their tale."
A short drop,
and a sudden stop.
Watch his body swing,
oh once he was a king.
Hear the bells ring,
forever they will sing.
"on, on the send,
on without end,"
their deathly tone,
to every home.
Ding... Dong,
Ding... Dong.
TuckEr EllsworTh

