Oranges And Lemons

  
  
Oranges And Lemons.
  
  
Gay go up, and gay go down
To ring the bells of London Town.
  
  
  
Bull's eyes and targets,
Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.
  
Brickbats and tiles,
Say the bells of St. Giles'.
  
Pancakes and fritters,
Say the bells of St. Peter's.
  
Two sticks and an apple,
Say the bells at Whitechapel.
  
  
  
Halfpence and farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.
  
  
  
Oranges and Lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement's.
  
  
  
Old Father Baldpate,
Say the slow bells at Aldgate.
  
Pokers and tongs,
Say the bells of St. John's.
  
Kettles and pans,
Say the bells of St. Ann's.
  
You owe me ten shillings,
Say the bells at St. Helen's.
  
When will you pay me?
Say the bells at Old Bailey.
  
When I grow rich,
Say the bells at Shoreditch.
  
Pray when will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
  
  
  
I am sure I don't know,
Says the great bell of Bow.
  
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.