William Vincent Wallace's
Compositions.

--Vocal--
Cradle Song. (in A) (in C)    5.
Searcher of Hearts.           5.
Sleeping I Dreamed Love.      5.
Star of Love (Serenade)       7.
Sweet Spirit Hear My Prayer. (in Ab) (in F) 5.
Winds That Waft My Sighs to Thee.  5.
Good Night and Pleasant Dreams (in D) (in F)  6.
I Have Waited for Thy Coming.  6.
Katie Strang.                  6.
Bell Ringer.                   6.

--Instrumental--
Annie Laurie.  Variations    5.
Charlie Is My Darling.  (Souvenir D'ecosse)  7 1/2.
Grand Polka De Concert.  (First)  10.
    "        "                "        (Second)  10.
    "        "                "        (Third)   10.
Music Murmuring in the Trees.  12 1/2.
Night Winds.  (Noctourne)      10.
Le Reve.   (Romance)           10.
Witches Dance.                 10.
Sweet Spirit Hear My Prayer. Arr. by Richards.  6.
Vesper Hymn.   7.

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"The Bell-Ringer" (1859)
Ballad.
Words by J. Oxenford
Music by William Vincent Wallace, 1812-1865
[Source: an5636892@NLA]

1. I set the bell aringing,
When the bride to the altar was led,
And I loved to hear it swinging
So merrily over my head;
The childred flung gay garlands round,
While I sent forth the jocund sound,
Then many tears were shed, but yet,
The young lip smil’d while the cheek was wet.
Ah! me, ah! me, ah! me a song of joy and hope
Was heard afar as I pull’d my rope,
as I pull’d my rope.

2. I set the bell atolling,
When the bride to the churchyard was bourne,
And the dismal notes went rolling,
To tell of a heart forlorn;
The wond’ring children stood aghast,
As sable mourners by them pass’d;
“And she is gone, so fair, so young,”
Thus loud lamented the iron tongue.
Ah me, ah! me, ah! me a song of perish’d hope
Was heard afar as I pull’d my rope,
as I pull’d my rope.

3. I set the bell apealing,
When in shadow is buried the day,
And a wond’rous spell is stealing,
O’er the hearts of the grave and gay;
The aged hear the fun’ral chime
Of slowly, surely dying time;
The youthful hear a cheering strain,
That tells them day will revive again.
Ah! me, ah! me, ah me, 
a song of grief and hope is heard afar,
as I pull my rope,
A song of grief and hope
Is heard afar, as I pull my rope.