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On a day like today I fell much like nothing. Except for revolution.
Remember remember the 5th of November
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
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