MOTHER. 'I'll take her in with all my heart,
For she and I were loth to part.'
II. ORANGES AND LEMONS
Gay go up and gay go down
To ring the bells of London Town.
Bulls' eyes and targets,
Say the bells of St. Marg'et's.
Brickbats and tiles,
Say the bells of St. Giles'.
Ha'pence and farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement's.
Pancakes and fritters,
Say the bells of St. Peter's.
Two sticks and an apple,
Say the bells of Whitechapel.
Old father Baldpate,
Say the slow bells of Aldgate.
Pokers and tongs,
Say the bells of St. John's.
Kettles and pans,
Say the bells of St. Anne's.
