Guy Fawkes Day Poem
Traditional British
The Gunpowder Treason and plot ;
I know of 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 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.
Tonight we spent many hours eating chili, socialising and light off fireworks in the street. There were only a few rouge fireworks and one call to the police. Go light a bonfire and some fireworks and have your own Guy Fawkes celebration tonight!!!
1 comment:
Oooh that is one holiday I think the US should adopt. It always sounds like so much fun.
So glad I have a chance to catch up on your blog! I will have to come up with a way to update you on my life. For now, the best thing is to check my flickr account:
http://flickr.com/photos/krystal_w/ or also on Patrick's website (he has the camera, so he posts more pics :P but he shares it with his brother in DC, so it can be a little hard to figure out.) http://flickr.com/photos/ramblingrovers/
I will send you an email soon!
-Krystal
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