Happy Guy Fawkes Day! Give a penny for the Guy.

"The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain."
~V~

Remember, remember the fifth of November, gunpowder treason and plot.

I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.

And the rest of the poem:
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.

"People should not be afraid of their governments. Goverments should be afraid of their people."
~V~