My half-hearted advocate feebly replied,
About wantonly sapping the customs of yore—
But I said, "If there's peace to be found in Cheapside,
I shan't be disturbing it many times more."
What do the Bells say?
The people want gardens, Says the bells of St. Martin's.
Townsfolk look palely, Says the bells of Old Bailey.
Not if they're rich, Says the bells of Shoreditch.
Then they come out to me, Says the bells of Chelsea.