Guy Fawkes Night - i should have had groaty pudding or something treacle-y
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,I can think of no reasonWhy the Gunpowder TreasonShould ever be forgot.Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intentTo blow up the King and Parli'ment.Three-score barrels of powder belowTo prove old England's overthrow;By God's providence he was catch'dWith a dark lantern and burning match.Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King! A penny loaf to feed the PopeA farthing o' cheese to choke him.A pint of beer to rinse it down.A fagot 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 hoorah!