Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clements
You owe me five farthings, say the bells of St. Martins
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 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 off your head
Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clements
You owe me five farthings, say the bells of St. Martins
When will you pay me, say the bells of St. Clements
You owe me five farthings, say the bells of Old Bailey
When I grow rich, say the bells of Shoreditch
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 off your head
And here comes a chopper to light you to bed
Oranges and Lemons, say the bells of St. Clements
Oranges and lemons, say the birds of St. Clement's.