
Evening bell(ȭ)
Ev'ning bells, ev'ning bells,
How many a stroy you've got to tell
Of youth and home and that sweet time,
When last I heard your soothing chime.
Ҹ, Ҹ,
˷ ̾߱⸦ ߴ
, , Ƹٿ ð,
ִ Ҹ .
Those lovely days they are past away,
And many a heart that then was gay
Within the tomb now darkly dwells
And no more to hear ev'ning bells.
Ҹ Ƹٿ ,
ſ
ӿ
̻ Ҹ
And so it will be when I am gone,
That tunefull sound will still ring on
While other bards will walk with these bells
And sing your praise sweet ev'ning bells.
ϵ
Ƹٿ Ҹ ︮
ٸ ε Ҹ Բ ״
Ƹٿ Ҹ ٿ
Ev'ning bells, ev'ning bells,
How many a stroy you've got to tell
Of youth and home and that sweet time,
When last I heard your soothing chime
Ҹ, Ҹ,
˷ ̾߱⸦ ߴ
, , Ƹٿ ð,
ִ Ҹ .