an ice cream van has started to come down our street every day at about this time.
it plays oranges and lemons and being of a certain age i start to sing along in my head.
all is good until it gets to the great bells of bow.
then it used to upset me at 4 years old and puzzle me at 12 years old.
oranges and lemons
say the bells of st clements
i owe you 5 farthings
say the bells of st martins
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 do not know
say the great bells of bow.
here come a candle to light you to bed
and here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
how sick is that?
at 12 my baby sister wanted me to say rhymes but i always missed that one out.
after all he only owed 5 farthings and my clever little brain worked out how much 5 farthings would be in old money and new money!
not the foggiest nowadays!