Oranges and lemons say the bell of St. Clement's,
You owe me five 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 do not know say the great bells of Bow.
Oranges and lemons say the bell of St. Clement's,
You owe me five 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 do not know say the great bells of Bow.
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.
She gave them some broth without any bread,
She kissed them all gladly and sent them to bed.
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.
She gave them some broth without any bread,
She kissed them all gladly and sent them to bed.
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and everything nice,
That's what little girls are made of.
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and everything nice,
That's what little girls are made of.
Diddle diddle dumpling my son John,
Went to bed with his trousers on.
One shoe off and the other shoe on,
Diddle diddle dumpling my son John.
Diddle diddle dumpling my son John,
Went to bed with his stockings on.
One shoe off and one shoe on,
Diddle diddle dumpling my son John.
Oranges and lemons say the bell of St. Clement's,
You owe me five 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 do not know say the great bells of Bow.
Oranges and lemons say the bell of St. Clement's,
You owe me five 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 do not know say the great bells of Bow.
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.
She gave them some broth without any bread,
She kissed them all gladly and sent them to bed.
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.
She gave them some broth without any bread,
She kissed them all gladly and sent them to bed.
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and everything nice,
That's what little girls are made of.
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and everything nice,
That's what little girls are made of.
Diddle diddle dumpling my son John,
Went to bed with his trousers on.
One shoe off and the other shoe on,
Diddle diddle dumpling my son John.
Diddle diddle dumpling my son John,
Went to bed with his stockings on.
One shoe off and one shoe on,
Diddle diddle dumpling my son John.