Oranges and lemons said the bells of St. Clements
You owe me five farthings
Said the bells of St. Martins
When will you pay me
Said the bells of Old Bailey
When I grow rich
Said the bells of Shoreditch
And when will that be
Said the bells of Stepney
Oh I do not know
Said the great bell of Bow
Here comes a candle
To light you to bed
And here comes a chopper
To chop off your head