Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and plot.
I see 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.
Holler boys, holler boys, ring bells ring,
Holler boys, holler boys, God Save the King!
A yard of rope to hang the Pope,
A penny loaf to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
A barrel of tar 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 old Pope is dead.
The Bishop of Rome has no jurisdiction in the holy Realm of England
What shall we do with him?
BURN HIM
What shall we do with him?
BURN HIM