THE RINGERS OF TORRINGTON TOWN Folk Song. (F. W. B.)
1. Good ringers be we that in Torrington dwell, And what that we are I will speedily tell, 1 2 3 4 5 6 6 5 4 3 2 1 One. The first is called Turner, the second call'd Swete, The third is a Vulcan, the fourth Harry Neat. 1 2 3 4 5 6 6 5 4 3 2 1 One.
2. The fifth is a doctor a man of renown. The Tenor the Tailor that clothes the whole town, 1 2 3 4 5 6 6 5 4 3 2 1 One. The breezes proclaim in their fall and their swell, No jar in the concord, no flaw in a bell. 1 2 3 4 5 6 6 5 4 3 2 1 One.
3. The winds that are blowing on mountain and lea, Bear swiftly my message across the blue sea. 1 2 3 4 5 6 6 5 4 3 2 1 One. Stand all men in order, give each man his due, We can't all be Tenors, but each can pull true, 1 2 3 4 5 6 6 5 4 3 2 1 One.