Remember, remember the fifth 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 and the 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!
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