Oranges and lemon's sing the bells of St Clement. You owe me five farthings sing the bells of St Martins. When will you pay me sing the bells of Old Baily. When i grow rich sing the bells of Shorditch. When will that be say the bells of Stepney. I do not know say the Great Bells of Bow
Here comes a candle to light you to bed. And here comes a chopper to chop of your head. Chip chop, chip chop the last mans dead.