Sunday, November 05, 2006

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot.
Funny, the rest of the poem is rarely recited:

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!


Anonymous said...

Ooh! Thanks for reminding me that today is Guy Fawkes day! I think I'm going to rewrite the end of that poem. I don't think it's quite right.

NoSurfGirl said...


Guy Fawkes day. Did you burn something?

Sherpa said...

Nah, I'm a pacifist.

Okay, I'm not that into it when it comes to this holiday, but I like the first verse so I'm probably not a pacifist.

NoSurfGirl said...

It's pretty catchy. I must admit :)