Milestone: All my troubles disappear, When the dinner-bell I hear, Over woodland, dale, and fell, Swinging slow with solemn swell,--- The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell! Hippy: What can bid my heart-ache fly? What can bid my heart-ache die? What can all the ills dispel, In my morbid frame that dwell? The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell! Both: Hark!---along the tangled ground, Loudly floats the pleasing sound! Sportive Fauns to Dryads tell, 'Tis the cheerful dinner-bell! The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!