Ending

Traditional:

Oranges and Lemons, say the bells of St. Clements

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

Chip, Chop, Chip, Chop,

The last man's dead

Cranberry Sauce

© 2014 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.

Oranges and lemons

Cutting through the smoke

Fasten up your horses

St. Clements’ bells croak

Two sticks and apple

Faces in the dark muck

I’m looking out my throat

The Whitechapel bells struck

“What does that mean?”

Ask the bells of Wood Green

 “I do not know.”

 Say the great bells of Bow

You owe me five farthings

And a bottle of rum

The crocodile smiles

St. Martin’s bells hum

Maids in white aprons

Discovering dirt

Trying to find out what time it is

Up St. Catherine’s skirt

“What does that mean?”

Ask the bells of Wood Green

 “I do not know.”

 Say the great bells of Bow

Fire-swallowing men

Building a church tower

By the banks of the Thames

Shoreditch tolls the hour

“What does that mean?”

Ask the bells of Wood Green

 “I do not know.”

 Say the great bells of Bow

Now here comes a candle

To light Banbury Cross

And here come the ships

Filled with Cranberry Sauce

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