GAY GO UP AND GAY GO DOWN
Oranges and lemons say the bells of St Clements
You owe me five farthings say the bells of St Martins
When will you pay me say the bells of Old Bailey
When I grow rich say the bells of Shoreditch
When will that be say the bells of Step Knee (STEP KNEE)
I’m sure I don’t know, says the great bell of Bow
GET IN THERE!! I spent what must have been HOURS trying to remember the words to that song last night. We sat outside on the steps at the Prospect of Whitby watching the Thames at high tide. It went down fast and we wondered who owns the tiny boats that bob about in the middle of the surging river, and gazed at the promised mythical paradise of Spice Island. Spice Island is a LOONY pub, like something that’s been shipped over from Texas and dumped on the south bank of SE16. From across the river it looks like people are swarming over the entire facade. What’s it doing there?
I’m sure I don’t know, says the Great Bell of Bow…
More on Oranges and Lemons from the BBC.