That bells should joyful ring to tell
A soul had gone to heaven,
Would seem to me the proper way
A good news should be given.
If I may have it when it's dead
I will contented be;
If just as soon as breath is out
It shall belong to me,
Until they lock it in the grave,
'T is bliss I cannot weigh,
For though they lock thee in the grave,
Myself can hold the key.
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