We’re now three quarters of the throught the series (or to be more accurate nine fourteenths) and I kinda don’t want to finish. It’s just been so nice getting to know the East End much better, that I don’t want it to end. You know, the way that you eat a meal so delicious that you don’t want to finish it because then it’ll be gone (here’s looking at you Turkish Eggs))?
Tucked near a very Parisian section of London…
St Anne and St Agnes was built by Christopher Wren in 1680 after the Great Fire of London, and is rather unusual because of it’s brick facade. A trio of famous Johns are honoured/worshipped here; Milton, Wesley and Bunyan. The church was due to be demolished after the War and it was only
the vergeress of the church who saved it from being lost forever.
“Oranges and Lemons” say the bells of St Clement’s.
“Bull’s eyes and targets” say the bells of St Margaret’s.
“Pokers and tongs” say the bells of St John’s.
“Pancakes and fritters” say the bells of St Peter’s.
“Two sticks and an apple” say the bells of Whitechapel.
“Old Father Baldpate” say the slow bells of Aldgate.
“Maids in white aprons ” say the bells of St Katharine’s.
“Brickbats and tiles” say the bells of St Giles’.
“Kettles and pans” say the bells of St Anne’s.
“You owe me five 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.
“Pray when will that be?” say the bells of Stepney.
“I’m sure I don’t know” says the great bell of
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Chip chop, chip chop, the last man’s dead.
Rather ironically mentioning food (mostly because I’m hungry as I type), St Anne’s rhyme rings to the words “Kettles and Pans”, refering to the utensils sold by the coppersmiths who worked nearby.
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