Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Not that obama's win has anything to do with my thoughts concerning this holiday...

Remember, remember the fifth of November
The gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow
By God's mercy he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and lighted match.
Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring
Holler boys, holler 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 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!

IN ANY CASE.

1 comment:

  1. remember remember the fifth of november...i recited this poem about twelve hundred times today. GUY FAWKES. V. AH. hah. does anybody else here think the first line of this is just downright haunting? i love it. love it love it love it love you miss yoiu where in the name of guy fawkes' hot pink stilettos are you, love?

    <3 cloprosu

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