I had forgot the last line… Chip chop chip chop the last man is dead! As if the previous two lines are not awesome enough eh! lull you into a false sense of security… Here comes a candle to light you to bed, And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!… Yeah it really is like that dialogue of Hecate in the scottish play… what is the most dangerous state of man, security….
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement’s.
You owe me five farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin’s.
When will you pay me?
Say the bells at Old Bailey.
When I grow rich,
Say the bells at Shoreditch.
When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
I do not know,
Says the great bell at Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!
Chip chop chip chop the last man is dead