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Ring around the rosie, A pocket full of posies, Ashes, Ashes, We all fall down.
Where's it coming from, when will it all be done, Ashes, Ashes, the count grows more.
The man will ring his shiny bell, "Bring out you're dead!" he will yell, Ashes, Ashes, we burn them all.
Oh what shall we do? Everyone it's the Jews! Ashes, Ashes, we burn them at the stake.
We're running out of room, Too many people face their doom, Ashes, Ashes, we bury even more.
3/4 of Europe are now gone, even my family have gone beyond, Ashes, Ashes, we are alone.
A pocket full of tissues, My sneeze has become an issue, Ashes, Ashes, I am getting worse.
A sore rash has spread, I am fairly sure I will be dead, Ashes, Ashes, the pain grows more.
Ring around the rosie, there are no more posies, Ashes, Ashes, I fell down....