The Old Belfry.

It pealed throughout town
Clang clang clang clang,
The bell in the belfry as old as a clown
Bouncing up and down as it mightily rang,
I should remember it's goden sound
As I lay recovered from deep slumber, 
And in jest I'd prepare the pillows in mound
As dear aunt would come yelling out a thunder,
While old sis lays plates and cups in a hurry
Old Uncle hides still in his blanket of wool,
For the dawn mass will start in a huff and a flurry,
While we folks meander our way amidst an air so cool,
And our good priest says liturgy in a dull mono-tony
Yet the choir shouts its songs in melodious har - mony.