--Symondsbury, Dorset (_Folk-lore Journal_, vii. 216).
VIII. I owe you five farthings. When will you pay me, To-day or to-morrow? Here comes a candle to light you to bed, Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
--Broadwinsor, Dorset (_Folk-lore Journal_, vii. 217).
IX. Oranges and lemons, the bells of St. Clement's [or St. Helen's]. I owe you five farthings. And when will you pay me? I'm sure I don't know. Here comes a candle to light you to bed, Here comes a chop'n bill to chop off your head-- Chop--chop--chop--chop. [Or Here comes a chop'n bill to chop off the last man's head.]
X. Lend me five shillings, Said the bells of St. Helen's.
When will you pay me? Said the bells of St. Philip's.
I do not know, Said the Great Bell of Bold.
Ring a ding, ding, Ring a ding, ding, Ring a ding, ding, ding, ding.
--Earls Heaton (Herbert Hardy, as told him by A. K.).
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.
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.
XIV. Oranges or lemons, The bells of St. Clement's; You owe me five farthings, Pray, when will you pay me? Here come the clappers to knock you down backwards, carwoo!
XV. Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement's; Brick dust and tiles, say the bells of St. Giles; You owe me three 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 of Bow.
XVI. Pancakes and fritters, Says the bells of St. Peter's; Where must we fry 'em? Says the bells of Cold Higham; In yonder land thurrow (furrow), Says the bells of Wellingborough; You owe me a shilling, Says the bells of Great Billing; When will you pay me? Says the bells of Widdleton Cheney; When I am able, Say the bells at Dunstable; That will never be, Says the bells at Coventry; Oh, yes, it will, Says Northampton Great Bell; White bread and sop, Says the bells at Kingsthorp; Trundle a lantern, Says the bells at Northampton.