Shoots and Ladders

（Scotland bagpipe）

（special for cee）

Ring around the roses

Pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Ring around the roses

Pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head

Into my childhood they're spoon fed

Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real

Look at the pages that cause all this evil

One, two, buckle my shoe

Three, four, shut the door

Five, six, pick up sticks

Seven, eight, lay them straight

London bridges falling down, falling down, falling down

London bridges falling down, my fair lady

Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head

Into my childhood they're spoon fed

Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real

Look at the pages that cause all this evil

Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone

This old man came

Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow

Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow

(Baa baa black sheep have you any wool)

Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow

(Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full)

Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow

(Baa baa black sheep have you any wool)

Mary had a little lamb

(Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full)

Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow

(Baa baa black sheep have you any wool)

Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow

(Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full)

Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow

(Baa baa black sheep have you any wool)

Mary had a little lamb

(Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full)

Ring around the roses

Pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Ring around the roses

Pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head

Into my childhood they're spoon fed

Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real

Look at the pages that cause all this evil

Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone

Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone

Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone

Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a