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Originally Posted by David Anthony
Yes, indeed. This was our local version:
Ring a ring o'roses
A pocketful of posies
atishoo, atishoo
We all fall down.
It's a folk memory of the Black Death, I believe.
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This was a favourite of my Dad (ex UK)
Mother, may I go down to bathe?
Yes, my darling daughter,
Hang your clothes on a gooseberry bush
But don't go near the water!
also:
Round and round the garden
Like a teddy bear
One step; two steps
Tickley under there
My Mother (Ex Scotland) taught us:
Roond aboot, roond aboot
Ran a wee mouse (moose)
Up a bit, up a bit
In a wee house (hoos).
I wish I could track down this poem of my Dad:
Out among the mountain bracken
Where the little foxgloves grow
Lived a lonely goblin
Thinking of what he could do.
I can gather mountain berries
I can make them into jam
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Gordon
I'm beginning to get the hang of Eratosphere, with the emphasis on beginning.