Oranges and Lemons
Gay go up and gay go down, to ring the bells of London town.
"Oranges and Lemons" say the bells of St Clement's.
"Bull's eyes and targets" say the bells of St Margaret's.
"Brickbats and tiles" say the bells of St Giles'.
"Halfpence and farthings" say the bells of St Martin's.
"Pancakes and fritters" say the bells of St Peter's. [alternately: "Old shoes and slippers"]
"Two sticks and an apple" say the bells of Whitechapel.
"Pokers and tongs" say the bells of St John's.
"Kettles and pans" say the bells of St Anne's.
"Old Father Baldpate" say the slow bells of Aldgate.
"You owe me ten shillings" say the bells of St Helen's.
"When will you pay me?" say the bells of Old Bailey.
"When I grow rich" say the bells of Shoreditch.
"Pray when will that be?" say the bells of Stepney.
"I do not know" says the great bell of Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Chip chop, chip chop, the last man's dead.
"Oranges and Lemons" say the bells of St Clement's.
"Bull's eyes and targets" say the bells of St Margaret's.
"Brickbats and tiles" say the bells of St Giles'.
"Halfpence and farthings" say the bells of St Martin's.
"Pancakes and fritters" say the bells of St Peter's. [alternately: "Old shoes and slippers"]
"Two sticks and an apple" say the bells of Whitechapel.
"Pokers and tongs" say the bells of St John's.
"Kettles and pans" say the bells of St Anne's.
"Old Father Baldpate" say the slow bells of Aldgate.
"You owe me ten shillings" say the bells of St Helen's.
"When will you pay me?" say the bells of Old Bailey.
"When I grow rich" say the bells of Shoreditch.
"Pray when will that be?" say the bells of Stepney.
"I do not know" says the great bell of Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Chip chop, chip chop, the last man's dead.