Ring-a-ring o’ rosies
A pocket full of posies
Ashes! Ashes!
We All Fall Down!
You must have been about 6 years old when you first heard this. Did you, at the time, clapping in paroxysms of delight, picture yourself as a child, blotched and red, clutching a pair of flowers in her last moments of life while her desperate mother followed her to the garden where she ultimately fell dead?
We hope to God not. For 6 isn’t really the age to ruin the warm concoction of lilies and rainbows, of pixie dust and hope that kept you warm at night. We’re not saying now is either, but consider this – these rhymes were written at times of great oppression and terror. During the Victorian era, in particular, when voices against the state meant ready persecution, perhaps the best way to pay homage to these rhymes would be to know their origin stories.
But a word of caution to the unwarranted – it’ll be really difficult to watch second-graders dance to Mulberry Bush after you’ve read this. Just saying.

