Oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clements,
You owe me 5 farthings say the bells of St martins.
When will you pay me say the bells of Old Bailey,
When I grow rich, say the bells of Shoreditch.
When will that be say the bells of Stepney,
I do not know, said the great bell of Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed.
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.