Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
    The flying cloud, the frosty light; 
    The year is dying in the night; 
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
    Ring, happy bells, across the snow: 
    The year is going, let him go; 
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
    For those that here we see no more, 
    Ring out the feud of rich and poor, 
Ring in redress to all mankind.

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Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
    The faithless coldness of the time; 
    Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, 
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

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Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
    Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
    Ring out the thousand wars of old, 
Ring in the thousand years of peace.