XI.

Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement’s;
You owe me five farthings, and when will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.
When I grow rich, say the bells of Shoreditch.
And the last one that comes shall be chop, chop.

—Hersham, Surrey (Folk-lore Record, v. 86).

XII.

Orange and lemon,
Say the bells of St. Martin (or the bells of Sweet Lemon);
I owe you five farthings,
But when shall I pay you?

Here comes a candle
To light you to bed,
Here comes a hatchet
To chop off your head.

—Eckington, Derbyshire (S. O. Addy).

XIII.

Oranges and lemons,
The bells of St. Clement’s;
I owe you five farthings,
And when will you pay me?
Oh, that I can’t tell you;
Sim, Bim, bim, bow, bay.