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Hello can I have a general read like an overall type of read ❤️ - TRH

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Nursery Rhymes

Ring around the rosies, Pocket full of posies, Ashes, ashes We all fall down.

This one is the one I called sinister, its about the black plague- the symptom of which included circles around the eyes (ring around the rosies), and coughing up dried blood from the lungs, resembling ashes. The pocket full of posies was a medieval belief that posies held some curative measures against the plague, so carrying around that flower would keep you safe. Finally, the last line spells out the unavoidable ending to the story, of everyone falling down, dead.

  Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put Humpty together again!

Humpty Dumpty was a powerful cannon during the English Civil War (1642-49). It was mounted on top of the St. Mary's at the Wall Church in Colchester defending the city against siege in the summer of 1648. (Although Colchester was a Parliamentarian stronghold, it was captured by the Royalists who held it for 11 weeks.) The church tower was hit by the enemy and the top of the tower was blown off, sending "Humpty" tumbling to the ground. Naturally the King's men* tried to mend him but in vain. * The "men" would have been infantry, and "horses" the cavalry troops. - From the East Anglia Tourist Board in England

  Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after

A picture of a French Revolution execution Scene during the Reign of Terror The roots of the story, or poem, of Jack and Jill are in France. Jack and Jill referred to are said to be King Louis XVI - Jack -who was beheaded (lost his crown) followed by his Queen Marie Antoinette - Jill - (who came tumbling after). The words and lyrics to the Jack and Jill poem were made more acceptable as a story for children by providing a happy ending! The actual beheadings occurred in during the Reign of Terror in 1793. The first publication date for the lyrics of Jack and Jill rhyme is 1795 - which ties-in with the history and origins.

  Rock-a-bye-baby On the treetop When the wind blows, The cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, The cradle will fall And down will come baby Cradle and all

The author of this well-loved lullaby was reportedly a pilgrim who sailed on the Mayflower. The Wampanoag Indians, who befriended the colonists, carried their infants in cradleboards on their backs. In temperate weather, they suspended the cradles from tree limbs so that passing breezes could rock the babies while their mothers tended the maize and beans. With typical motherly indulgence, the cradles were decorated with shells, beads and porcupine quills. For sober-minded puritans, the sight of a birch tree festooned with such cradles must have been very memorable indeed.

  Goosey Goosey Gander where shall I wander, Upstairs, downstairs and in my lady's chamber There I met an old man who wouldn't say his prayers, I took him by the left leg and threw him down the stairs.

Goosey, Goosey Gander is a Rhyme with Historical undertones - an attention grabber for a nursery rhyme which uses alliteration in the lyrics designed to intrigue any child. The 'lady's chamber' was a room that once upon a time a high born lady would have her own chamber, (also referred to as a solar). The origins of the nursery rhyme are believed to date back to the 16th century and refer to necessity for Catholic priests to hide in 'Priest Holes' ( very small secret rooms once found in many great houses in England) to avoid persecution from zealous Protestants who were totally against the old Catholic religion. If caught both the priest and members of any family found harbouring them were executed. The moral in Goosey Goosey Gander's lyrics imply that something unpleasant would surely happen to anyone failing to say their prayers correctly - meaning the Protestant Prayers, said in English as opposed to Catholic prayers which were said in Latin!

  BaaBaa Blacksheep........Have you any wool...........Yes, Sir, yes, Sir.........Three bags full........One for my Master........One for the Dame........And one for the little boy...........Who lives down the lane.

This rhyme relates to a 13th century tax on wool imposed by the King. One third went to the local Lord, or Master. One third to the Church, or Dame. Leaving a measly one third to the farmer, or little boy who lived down the lane.

Mary, Mary..........Quite contrary........How does your garden grow............With silverbelles....... and cockleshells..........And pretty maids.....All in a row.

In my mind, I see a pretty young maiden tending her beautiful flower garden. The truth, Mary is Bloody Mary Tudor, daughter of King Henry VIII. Mary, Mary, quite contrary, had many innocent people tortured and beheaded. She was a devoted Catholic and tortured Protestants into Catholicism. If one remained true to his or her Protestant faith after extreme suffering through torture, they were beheaded. The garden, actually the ever growing graveyard of innocent noncatholics. Silver bells were thumbscrews, which crushed the thumb between two hard surfaces by tightening the screw. Cockleshells ( I always wondered what this flower looked like ) were instruments of wickedly painful torture, which were clamped to the genitals. ( YIKES ! OUCH ! ) Pretty Maids, of course, referring to the guillotine, or Maiden.