no, no, davy locket,
not guided by the bells of the dingy ringer in the bell tower
but guided by the appealing toll of pealing bells of the dingy ringer in the bell tower.
and he was doomed to row until his craft sunk (or should that be founderd?) or reached the atoll shore, where the small church lay, it's bell tolling now he hours, but might soon tolling for him?

(mind you he rowed fast, and was steadfast in his task, but the months of semi-fasting on the ship, and no breakfast that very day, left him weak!)

of troy, who on fine clear days, can smell the salty freshness of the sound.


my other obsession