TING, TING, THAT’S HOW THE BELL GOES
 
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Now, I'm deep in love, as I've oft been before
No girl, such a pearl, as the girl I adore
And she is a waitress at our luncheon-bar
Which as a French cafe 'tis known better far
She waits on the swells, who come in to enjoy
A 'sausage and mashed' or a cold 'saveloy'
There are bells on the table the swells have to ring
And Geraldine waits on the ting, ting, ting.

Chorus: Ting, ting, that's how the bell goes
Ting, ting, a pretty young thing
If you'll be my wife, then I'll buy the ring
And have servants to wait on the ting, ting, ting.


One day, while dining off chicken and ham
I called her my darling, my own little lamb
I asked if she'd have me, and that sort of thing
And I very soon bought her the little gold ring
Three weeks after that, well I made her my wife
Then said I'd no money, no income for life
Then the fair little, rare little, sweet little thing
Said she'd go back and wait on the ting, ting, ting.

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The day we got wed, 'twas the greatest of bliss
When we came from the church then I gave her a kiss
We went home and dined with my Mother-in-law
Who asked us to stay and take her second floor
We now live as happy as happy can be
My wife is my joy and no trouble to me
We have by our fireside a hand-bell to ring
And Ma-ma-in-law waits on the ting, ting, ting.

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Written and composed by Joseph Tabrar
Performed by George Leybourne (1842-1884)
 
George Leybourne
 
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