George Orwell, nineteen eighty-four

"Did you ever happen to hear an old rhyme that begins Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement´s?"
Again O´Brien nodded. With a sort of grave courtesy he completed the stanza:
"Oranges and lemons, say the bells of st. Clement´s,
You owe me three farthings, ssy the bells of St. Marin´s,
when will you pay me? say the bells of Old Baley,
when I grow rich, say the bells of shoreditch."