"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 at Old Bailey.When I grow rich, Say the bells at Shoreditch.When will that be? Say the bells of Stepney.I do not know, Says the great bell at Bow.Here comes a candle to light you to bed, And here comes a chopper to chop off your head! Chip chop chip chop the last man is dead."