Poems with rhymes of ding

Ring, ring!
Any church-chime rings,
Dong ding!

'Tis very true, my sovereign King,
My skill may weel be doubted;
But facts are chiels that winna ding,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-ding-a-ring-ding,
The bells they made a merry merry ring,

Thou'lt make me then its fruit, and branch to spring,
And though a nipping east wind blow, and all
Hell's nymphs with spite their dog's sticks therat ding

This while our noble King,
His broad sword brandishing,
Down the French host did ding,

This while our noble king,
His broadsword brandishing,
Down the French host did ding

With an anvil-ding
And with fire in him forge thy will
Or rather, rather then, stealing as Spring

‘Ding a ding,’
The sweet bells sing,

Vas shdare like avery ding,
To see vot lots of victual-de-dees
Id dakes to feed a king.

The blue-bells ring
Hey, ding-a-ding, ding!

This while our noble king,
His broadsword brandishing,
Down the French host did ding,

Dance little baby, and mother shall sing,
With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding.

Does he sadly reflect on the sorrows that ding
Round his task? (From such sorrows preserve us!)
He must hear John See speak and O'Sullivan sing,

Hear the bells ring
Ting a ling ding,

'Tis very true, my sov'reign king,
My skill may weel be doubted:
But facts are chiels that winna ding,

At death and the Devil to sting
My hammer on Lucifer's wing
Will pound salvation's nail to ding

Waiting around for you to ring
This has become such a trend
Smiling when I hear that ding

We don't choose sting
We don't choose ding