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. Clements.

Bull’s eyes and targets,
say the bells of St. Marg’ret’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.

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. Ann’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 bells of Bow.

Here comes a candle
to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper
to chop off your head.

The Origins of Oranges and Lemons, I first heard this nursery rhyme from Nineteen-Eighty Four. I like nursery rhymes.