The village bells are ringing, And merrily they chime; The village choir is singing, For 'tis a happy time; The chapel walls are laden With garlands rich and gay, To greet the village maiden Upon her wedding day. But summer joys have faded And summer hopes have flown; Her brow with grief is shaded, Her happy smiles are gone; Yet why her heart is laden, Not one, alas! can say, Who saw the village maiden Upon her wedding day. The village bells are ringing, But hark, how sad and slow; The village choir is singing A requiem soft and low; And all with sorrow laden Their tearful tribute pay Who saw the village maiden Upon her wedding day.
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864) [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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Researcher for this text: T. P. (Peter) Perrin
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Word count: 118