“Look to! Treble’s going…she’s gone.”

I’d cry the time-honoured words when I was young,

my voice a boyish chirrup. Everyone

around me on the belfry floor where hung

the bell-ropes were grown-ups, so it was grand

to lead-off when the peal of church bells swung

to clattering action with the six-strong band

following after, letting fly our ropes,

those woolly sallies...

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Carol's a novice bell-ringer

campanology is her forte

she pulls my bell with gusto

at night especially naughty

she couldn't leave me alone

never enjoyed a silent night

my bell was at her mercy, a

fast Treble Bob her's by right

in the bell-tower she excelled

Christmas peals lit the snow

triples at the end of her rope

enough to lay a reverend low

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