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1. Upon a Sunday morning, when Spring was in its prime, / Along the Church-lane tripping, I heard the Church-bells chime, / And there encountered Reuben, astride upon the stile, / He blocked the way, so saucy, upon his lips a smile.
2. Upon a Sunday morning, there came a rush of bells, / The wind was music-laden, in changeful fall and swells; / He would not let me over, he held, he made me stay, / And promise I would meet him again at close of day.
3. Upon a Sunday evening, the ringers in the tower, / Were practising their changes, they rang for full an hour; / And Reuben by me walking, would never let me go, / Until a Yes I answered, he would not take a No.
4. Again a Sunday morning, and Reuben stands by me, / Not now in lane, but chancel, where all the folks may see. / A golden ring he offers, as to his side I cling, / O happy Sunday morning, for us the Church-bells ring.