Remember, Remember

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent to blow up King and Parliament.

Three-score barrels of powder below to prove old England's 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!

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 hoorah!

I do so love that rhyme. I can't decide whether it's the fond memories of Guy Fawkes Night it evokes or the pain it suggests should occur to the Pope.