American Old Time Song Lyrics: 29 Muffle The Bell, Our Nellies Dying
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 29
Muffle the Bell, Our Nellie's Dying.
Copyright, 1881, by Geo. D. Newhall & Co.
Words and Music by James E. Stewart.
Muffle the bell, our 'Nellie's dying, soon she'll close her soft blue eyes;
Kiss her pale lips now sweetly parted, kiss our darling e'er she dies;
How we'll miss her little footsteps, and her voice we loved so dear.
Kiss our sweet darling, kiss her gently, e'er the angel forms draw near.
Muffle the bell our Nellie's dying, soon she'll close her soft blue eyes;
Kiss her pale lips now sweetly parted, kiss our darling e'er she dies.
Muffle the bell, our Nellie's dying, softly tread upon the floor,
Speak low, for fear you'll wake our darling, soon we'll see her nevermore;
She was all that made home happy, with her little words of love.
Listen! the angels now are calling from their home in heaven above.-Chorus.
Muffle the bell, our Nellie's dying, soft and lower prows her breath.
Only a little moment later she'll be called away in death;
Angel forms are hov'ring near her, soft we hear their footsteps tread;
Hush! our sweet darling breathes no longer, darling little Nellie's dead.-Cho.