"Oranges and lemons," say the bells of St Clement's,
"You owe me three farthings," say the bells of St Martin's,
"When will you pay me?" say the bells of Old Bailey,
"When I grow rich," say the bells of Shoreditch.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head!
This is such a beautifully sinister rhyme, not when you read it for the first time in this way, but when you see it in Orwell's 1984. We just finished that for S Lit yesterday, together with Animal Farm, and by next week we have to read a heck of a lot of Orwell's essays including Coming Up for Air.
Talk about irony, there.
"You owe me three farthings," say the bells of St Martin's,
"When will you pay me?" say the bells of Old Bailey,
"When I grow rich," say the bells of Shoreditch.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head!
This is such a beautifully sinister rhyme, not when you read it for the first time in this way, but when you see it in Orwell's 1984. We just finished that for S Lit yesterday, together with Animal Farm, and by next week we have to read a heck of a lot of Orwell's essays including Coming Up for Air.
Talk about irony, there.
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