"Oranges and lemons,"

Say the bells of St Clement's.

"You owe me five farthings,"

Say the bells of St Martin'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 Stepneu.

"I'm sure I don't know,"

Says the great bell at Bow.

Here comes a candle

To light you to bed.

Here comes a chopper

To chop off your head.