Those Evening Bells, Those Evening Bells, How Many A Tale Their Music Tells, - Of Yorkshire Cakes And Crumpets Prime, And Letters Only Just In Time! The Muffin-Boy Has Passed Away, The Postman Gone - And I Must Pay, For Down Below Deaf Mary Dwells, And Does Not Hear Those Evening Bells.[1] And So 'Twill Be When She Is Gone, That Tuneful Peal Will Still Ring On, And Other Maids With Timely Yells Forget To Stay Those Evening Bells.