The bells of Heav’n are ringing
As we go marching home
As we go marching home.
The choirs of Heav’n are singing
The pearly gates are swinging
The light of Heav’n is shining
The shade of night’s declining
The clouds have silver lining
The harps of Heav’n are playing
The heirs of Heav’n are praying
To God their homage paying
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