Remember, Remember the Fifth of November
"Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
gunpowder treason and plot.
I see 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,
make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa 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 ol' Pope is dead.
Hip hip hoorah! Hip hip hoorah!"
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In other news, it's good to be working again, despite the hours not being favorable to me. = P
Parted ways with Amy earlier this week, still not 100% sure how I feel about it all.
Remind me not to ever have more than two kids. And remind me to not be *too* stubborn with my wife, whoever that unlucky braud turns out to be.
[Edited because Amy's a bitchy nitpicker who needs to be raped on a bridge.]
gunpowder treason and plot.
I see 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,
make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa 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 ol' Pope is dead.
Hip hip hoorah! Hip hip hoorah!"
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In other news, it's good to be working again, despite the hours not being favorable to me. = P
Parted ways with Amy earlier this week, still not 100% sure how I feel about it all.
Remind me not to ever have more than two kids. And remind me to not be *too* stubborn with my wife, whoever that unlucky braud turns out to be.
[Edited because Amy's a bitchy nitpicker who needs to be raped on a bridge.]