Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.
When I was sang this as a kid I had a picture of wild moorlands with a crossroads, a finger sign-post and horses. Imagine my disappointment when I discovered that in reality the place is busy with shops, houses, cars and traffic lights.
What a fucking cunt.