You'll Hear The Bells In The Morning - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
You'll Hear the Bells in the Morning. Copyright, 1886. by Wm. A. Pond & Co. 
Oh! boys. I'm going to leave you all To marry Jerusha Ann; She's had of lovers a score or more. But I'm the happy man. T'other night I saw her home and popped The question you may guess; My heart went all of a bumpity-bump Until she answered, yes! 
Chorus. So shout hurrah for this young man, I'm going to marry Jerusha Ann. Good-bye, boys, be as good as you can, You'll hear the hells in the morning. 
A butcher made sheep's eyes at her. His mutton it soon was cooked; A young "Dutch grocer "tried his soft soap. On him with scorn she looked: To a sailor she soon said tar-tar, A tailor would not suit; A mason oh, how she mortar-fied him, A "cobbler "got the boot.-Chorus. 
She shunned a "baker "-said that he Was crusty and quite ill-bred; An "undertaker " looked very grave When she refused to wed. Then a "coachman "asked her to elope, She reined him in a bit; And she scared a "dude "so he swallowed his cane And fell down in a fit. - Chorus.