IV.[1]
Oranges and lemons,
Says the bells of S. Clemens.
Brickdust and tiles,
Says the bells of S. Giles.
You owe me five farthings,
Says the bells of S. Martin's.
I do not know you,
Says the bells of S. Bow.
When will you pay me?
Says the bells of Old Bailey.
When I get rich,
Says the bells of Shoreditch.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.—(Derbyshire.)
V.
A-hunting we will go,
A-hunting we will go,
We'll catch a fox
And put him in a box.
And a-hunting we will go.—(Derbyshire.)
VI.
I'm on Tom Tinker's ground (3 times)
Picking gold and silver.—(Derbyshire.)
VII.[2]
Chickery, chickery, cranny crow,
I went to the well to wash my toe,
When I got back a chicken was dead.
One is chosen to be the hen, and one to be the fox, all the rest are supposed to be chickens. The game is played as follows. The chickens in Indian file take hold of each others waist, the first one holding the hen's waist, the next one hers, and so on. The verse above is said by the hen to her chickens, after which they all go with the hen to search for the dead chicken; on their way they meet the fox, when the following dialogue between the hen and fox ensues:
Hen. What are you doing?
Fox. Picking up sticks.
