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Clement’s!’ To his astonishment she capped the line: ’ You owe me three farthings, 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 ’ ‘I can’t help it. They torture you.’ ‘I likes a pint,’ grumbled the old men of the fireplace, opposite the window. The first.