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 You owe me ten shillings, Say the bells of St. Helen's.

When will you pay me? Say the bells at Old Bailey.

When I grow rich, Say the bells at Shoreditch.

Pray when will that be? Say the bells of Stepney.

I'm sure I don't 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.

III. GREEN GRAVEL

Green gravel, green gravel, The grass is so green, The fairest young maiden That ever was seen. 'O Mary! O Mary! Your true love is dead, He sends you this letter To turn round your head.' 'O mother, O mother! Do you think this is true?'