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Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead
To her twa een sae bonnie blue.
SWEET EVENING BELLS.
Sweet evening bells, sweet evening bells,
How many a tale your music tells,
Of youth and home, and that sweet time,
When last I heard your soothing chime!
These joyous hours are past away,
And many a heart that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
And hears no more these evening bells.
And so ’twill be when I am gone,
Your evening chime will still ring on,
And other bards shall wake these dells,
And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
