Volume Ii Part 5 (1/2)

-Yorks.h.i.+re (H. Hardy).

[Music]

-Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).

I. 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 Sh.o.r.editch; When will that be?

Say the bells of Stepney; I'm sure I don't know, Says the Great Bell of Bow.

Here comes a light to light you to bed; Here comes a chopper to chop off your head; The last, last, last, last man's head.

-London (A. B. Gomme).

II. Oranges and lemons, Say the bells of St. Clement's; You owe me four 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 Sh.o.r.editch; When will that be?

Say the bells of Stepney; I'm sure I don't know, Says the Great Bell of Bow.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed; Here comes a chopper to chop off your head; Last, last, last, last, last man's head.

-Winterton and Leadenham, Lincolns.h.i.+re; also Nottinghams.h.i.+re (Miss M.

Peac.o.c.k).

III. Oranges and lemons, Says the bells of S. Clemen's.

Brickdust and tiles, Says the bells of S. Giles.

You owe me five farthings, Says the bells of S. Martin's.

I do not know you, Says the bells of S. Bow.

When will you pay me?

Says the bells of Old Bailey.

When I get rich, Says the bells of Sh.o.r.editch.

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

-Derbys.h.i.+re (_Folk-lore Journal_, i. 386).

IV. Oranges and lemons, The bells of St. Clemen's; You owe me five farthings, 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 Sh.o.r.editch; When will that be?

Say the bells of Shorlea; I don't know, Says the Great Bell Bow.

Here comes the candle to light you to bed, Here comes the chop to chop off your head.

Chop, chop, chop, &c.

-Middles.e.x (Miss Winfield).

V. Orange or lemon, The bells of St. Clement's [or the bells are a clemming].

I owe you five farthings, And when shall I pay you, To-day or to-morrow?

To-morrow will do.

Here come some great candles To light you to bed, Here come some great choppers To chop off your head.

Come under, come under, Come run as you ought; Come under, come under, Until you are caught; Then stand just behind us And pull either way; Which side pulls the strongest That side wins the day.

-Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).

VI. Oranges and lemons, The bells of St. Clement's.