Three diverse ways they pass along, Ding dong, dong ding dong! Three diverse ways they pass along, Nought seen but wan white skeletons Weeping, nought heard but sighs and moans. Down from the belfry Peter came, Ding dong, dong ding dong! Down from the belfry Peter came, While still the bell of good St John Gave forth its sound: barin, baron. He carried off a dead man's shroud, Ding dong, dong ding dong! He carried off a dead man's shroud; At once it seemed no longer night, The holy close was all alight. The holy Cross that midmost stands, Ding dong, dong ding dong! The holy Cross that midmost stands Grew red as though with blood 'twas dyed, And all the altars loudly sighed. Now, when the dead regained the close, Ding dong, dong ding dong! Now, when the dead regained the close --The Holy Passion sung again-- They passed along in solemn train. Then he who found his cerements gone, Ding dong, dong ding dong! Then he who found his cerements gone, From out the graveyard gazed and signed His winding-sheet should be resigned. But Peter every entrance closed, Ding dong, dong ding dong! But Peter every entrance closed With locks and bolts, approach defies, Then looks at him--but keeps the prize! He with his arm, and with his hand, Ding dong, dong ding dong! He with his arm, and with his hand, Made signs in vain, two times or three, And then the belfry entered he. A noise is mounting up the stair, Ding dong, dong ding dong! A noise is mounting up the stair, The bolts are shattered, and the door Is burst and dashed upon the floor. The Ringer trembled with dismay, Ding dong, dong ding dong! The Ringer trembled with dismay, And still the bell of good St John For ever swung: barin, baron. At the first stroke of Angelus, Ding dong, dong ding dong! At the first stroke of Angelus The skeleton broke all his bones, Falling to earth upon the stones. Peter upon his bed was laid, Ding dong, dong ding dong! Peter upon his bed was laid, Confessed his sin, repenting sore, Lingered three days, then lived no more.