She put out her horns Or she'll kill you all e'en now. AY go up and gay go down, To ring the bells of London town. Oranges and lemons, Say the bells of St. Clement's. Bull's eyes and targets, Say the bells of St. Margret's. Say the bells of St. Giles'. Halfpence and farthings, Two sticks and an apple, Pokers and tongs, Say the bells at St. John's. Say the bells at St. Ann's Say the slow bells at Aldgate. Say the bells at Shoreditch. Pray when will that be? I do not know, Says the great bell at Bow. Here comes a candle to light you to bed, And here comes a chopper to chop off your head. IRLS and boys, come out to play, The moon is shining bright as day; Leave your supper and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows into the street; Come with a whoop, and come with a call, Come with a good will, or come not at all. Up the ladder and down the wall, OOSEY goosey gander, I took him by the left leg, |