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Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason, and plot,
Gunpowder, treason, and plot,
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Should ever be forgot.
[[Guy Fawkes]], Guy Fawkes, ’twas his intent
[[Guy Fawkes]], Guy Fawkes, ’twas his intent
To blow up the King and Parliament.
To blow up the King and Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow;
Poor old England to overthrow;
By God’s providence he was catch’d
By God’s providence he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah!
A penny loaf to feed the Pope.
A penny loaf to feed the Pope.
A farthing o’ cheese to choke him.
A farthing o’ cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we’ll say ol’ Pope is dead.
Then we’ll say ol’ Pope is dead.
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah hoorah!


[[category: Blogs]], [[category: Conspirações]]
[[category: Blogs]], [[category: Conspirações]]

Revision as of 01:17, 21 November 2010

Remember, remember the fifth of November,

Gunpowder, treason, and plot,

I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, ’twas his intent

To blow up the King and 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!

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!,