If I might leave this harbour, if I might cross the sea, <br />'Tis I that know full well where a little while I'd be - <br />Sittin' in the window-nook a-lookin' to the quay, <br />At the Ring o' Bells, <br />The pleasant Ring o' Bells, <br />All among the old faces, an' the tar an' seaweed smells. <br /> <br />In the hot reekin' city, it's there my heart longs <br />To be far from strange harbours an' drunken dusky throngs, - <br />To be hearin' old voices a-singin' old songs <br />At the Ring o' Bells, <br />The pleasant Ring o' Bells, <br />Ah it's there I once was merry, and it's there my heart dwells. <br /> <br />Just the catch of a tune in a gaudy, glaring bar, <br />And back leagues on leagues my heart goes leapin' far, <br />Where the gay garden posies an' the English lasses are, <br />At the Ring o' Bells, <br />The pleasant Ring o' Bells, <br />All among the old faces, an' the tar an' seaweed smells.<br /><br />Cicely Fox Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ring-o-bells/
