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Oranges and Lemons
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 Shoreditch.
When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
I'm sure I don't know,
Says the great bell at Bow.
Here come a candle to light you to bed,
Here come a chopper to chop off your head.
Chop, chop, chop
The last man's dead!
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