Those Shandon bells, those Shandon bells!
Whose deep, sad tone now sobs, now swells —
Who comes to seek this hallowed ground,
And sleep within their sacred sound?
‘ Tis one who heard these chimes when young,
And who in age their praises sung,
Within whose breast their music made
A dream of home where'er he strayed.
And, oh! if bells have power to-day
To drive all evil things away,
Let doubt be dumb, and envy cease —
And round his grave reign holy peace.
True love doth love in turn beget,
And now these bells repay the debt;
Whene'er they sound, their music tells
Of him who sang sweet Shandon bells!