When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.

I do not know,
Says the great Bell of Bow.

Two sticks in an apple,
Ring the bells of Whitechapel.

Halfpence and farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.

Kettles and pans,
Say the bells of St. Giles.

Old shoes and slippers,
Say the bells of St. Peter's.

Pokers and tongs,
Say the bells of St. John's.


Once in my life I married a wife,
And where do you think I found her?

On Gretna Green, in velvet sheen,
And I took up a stick to pound her.

She jumped over a barberry-bush,
And I jumped over a timber,