Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot
I know of no reason why 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 catch’d,
With a dark lantern and burning match
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah!
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.
There’s people meeting at nine o’clock at the granville skytrain station to go watch v for vendetta to celebrate guy fawkes day. I’m not going ’cause they’re not burning effigies or collecting pennies for fireworks, but you’re more than welcome to join them. look for boys with attractively odd hair. that’s probably them.