作曲 : Traditional Song
 High in the belfry the old sexton stands,
 Clasping the rope with his thin bony hands;
 Fixed is his gaze as by some magic spell,
 Till he hears the distant murmur, ring, ring the bell!
 Ring the bell, watchman, ring!
 Yes, yes the good news is now on the wing;
 Yes, yes they come, and with tidings to tell;
 Glorious and blessed tidings, ring, ring the bell!
 Baring his long silver locks to the breeze,
 First for a moment he drops on his knees;
 Then with a vigor that few could excel,
 Answer he the welcome bidding, ring, ring the bell!
 Ring the bell, watchman, ring!
 Yes, yes the good news is now on the wing;
 Yes, yes they come, and with tidings to tell;
 Glorious and blessed tidings, ring, ring the bell!
 Here from the hilltop the first signal gun
 Thunders the word that some great deed is done.
 Here through the valleys the long echoes swell,
 Ever and anon repeating, ring, ring the bell!
 Ring the bell, watchman, ring!
 Yes, yes the good news is now on the wing;
 Yes, yes they come, and with tidings to tell;
 Glorious and blessed tidings, ring, ring the bell!
 Bonfires are blazing and rockets ascend,
 No meagre triumph this tale portends.
 Shout, shout my brothers for all, all is well,
 Tis' the universal chorus, ring, ring the bell!
 Ring the bell, watchman, ring!
 Yes, yes the good news is now on the wing;
 Yes, yes they come, and with tidings to tell;
 Glorious and blessed tidings, ring, ring the bell!
 Ring the bell, watchman, ring!
 Yes, yes the good news is now on the wing;
 Yes, yes they come, and with tidings to tell;
 Glorious and blessed tidings, ring, ring the bell!
 Glorious and blessed tidings, ring, ring the bell!
 Glorious and blessed tidings, ring, ring the bell!~