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DING, DONG, DING (Robert Hargreaves / Stanley Damerell / ? Evans) Billy Cotton & His Band (Spoken) A new version of the bells. Yes, but not by Henry Irving. Now listen laddie, I have a story Now weíve been entreated to sing like the birds That tweet in the valleys and dells Ah! But letís improve that, or in other words Letís all try and sing like the bells (Sung) Ding, dong, ding, Chime in the chorus and sing, sing, sing Ding, dong, ding, Clear as a bell let it ring, ring, ring. Let all us musical people Sing like the bells in the steeple Ding, dong, ding, Simply chime in the chorus and sing, sing, sing. (Church Bells) (Spoken) The bells. Yes, here comes the bride. Sweet thing, Yers! And here comes her mother, Dear old soul. Ooh! And here come the bridegroom, Poor blighter. (Bells) (shouts of ďFire Fire!) Hey, Abe, do you think thatís our fire they go to? Shut your face, you fool, Our fire ainít till Tuesday. (Phone rings) Hello, hello, darling wifey, I wonít be home till late this evening, spending an evening with a sick friend. (Womanís voice) Alright, dear, donít keep her out too late. (Sung) Let all us musical people Sing like the bells in the steeple Ding, dong, ding, Simply chime in the chorus and sing, sing, sing. (Transcribed by Bill Huntley - December 2004)

    


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