Oranges and lemons,” say the bells of St. Clement’s,
“You owe me five farthings,” say the bells of St. Martin
“When will you pay me?” say the bells of Old Bailey,
“When I grow rich,” say the bells of Shoreditch.
“When will that be? say the bells of Stephney,
“I do not know,” say the great bells of Bow,
“Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off you head.
Chip chop chip chop- the last man’s dead.”
Hmmm..that didn’t end too well !!
(Images Courtesy: Google Arts and Culture, National Gallery of Art (UK), NGA DC Met Museum, Museo Prado)