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!
Hurrah for our bonfire,
Oh, pile it up high,
For tonight...yes tonight...
When it blazes up bright
A traitor must die!
How he'll crackle and burn,
Our jolly old Guy!
In the middle we'll throw him,
No mercy we'll show him,
The traitor must die!
Go, old Ragamuffin,
Don't stop to ask why,
You know that the reason
Was Gunpowder Treason!
So, burn till you die!
Greaser
Baton Rouge, LA
July 2006
NOV 05, 2011 12:30 PM