The fifth of november,
The 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 catche'd
With a dark lantern and a burning match
Holloa boys! Holoa boys! Make the bells ring!
Holoa boys! Holoa boys! God save the king!
Hip Hip, Hoorah!
A penny Loaf to feed the Pope.
A farthing o 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 old Pope is dead
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah!
Have you done your patriotic duty today? Now is the time to frighten the Catholics into accepting their place. Long live freedom!
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