Remember, remember the 5th of November

Remember, remember the 5th of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder treason,
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, ‘twas his intent,
To blow up the King of Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow.
By God’s providence he was catched,
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys. God save the King!
Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!
A penny loaf to feed ol’ Pope.
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we’ll say ol’ Pope is dead.
Hip hip hooray! Hip hip Hooray





And Happy Birthday Adam.