Hark! the merry bells do ring,
"Wake! it is the first of Spring!
Laughter is the only thing!
Ding-a-dong, ding, ding!"

Down the street on joyful wing,
On the wind those bells do sing
Music fit for any king!
"Ding-a-dong, ding, ding!"

London Town, I fear you bring
To our hearts much sorrowing;
But dark thoughts away we fling,
When they gaily sway and swing,
When the merry bells do ring,
"Wake! it is the first of Spring!
Laughter is the only thing!
Ding-a-dong, ding, ding!"