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b'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 at Old Bailey. When I grow rich, Say the bells at Shoreditch. When will that be? Say the bells of Stepney. 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! Chip chop chip chop the last man is dead. Submit your stories: popmediaagency@gmail.com'