(That's The Way The Bell Goes)
Dick Whittington came back to town,
When Bow bells seemed to call him,
And tell him of the great re-nown,
That after would befall him.
Ev'rybody has a way
Of fancying the words they say,
And to me they seem to tell,
Swinging to and fro,
Ev'ry beau should have a belle,
Ev'ry bell a beau.

Chorus: Beau belles and belle beaux,
That's the way the bell goes,
Ladies never sell beaux
When they're very swell beaux.
When they're out at elbows
They know how to tell beaux,
Beau belles and bell beaux,
That's the way the bell goes.

With bachelors I don't agree
Wherever I may find them,
And dearly do I like to see
The pretty maiden bind them.
Matrimony does them good,
Though they little thought it would,
And the bells they seem to state,
Swinging to and fro,
He is glad to get a mate,
Very well we know.


An old maid's very sad and prim,
And she'd always be tart,
But she gives up ev'ry whim,
When she gets a sweetheart.
All at once her eyes are bright,
All at once her heart is light,
And the bells they seem to say,
Swinging to and fro,
She shall always bless the day,
First she had a beau.


So now in all the single folk,
This good advice I tender,
Don't fight against the marriage yolk,
But cheerfully surrender.
You shall find my words are true,
Ev'ry joy shall wait on you,
And the bells shall ring and say,
Swinging to and fro,
Here's another pair today,
Happy down below.

Written and composed by Harry Hunter & Frank Vernon - 1875
Performed by Harry Hunter (1841-1906)
From Music Hall Lyrics Collection
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