Grab a cuppa on a cool fall night for it is,
The Fifth of Nov. time to burn your Guy Fawkes doll in the bonfire. I will be burning my Guy Fawkes again this year, sadly not a large as the last few years. I have don't have fire bowl, they didn't move it.
I hope you have a great week, I am at NaNoWriMo.
Remember, Remember
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.
Chat me up soon.
Cheers!
Kitty
The Fifth of Nov. time to burn your Guy Fawkes doll in the bonfire. I will be burning my Guy Fawkes again this year, sadly not a large as the last few years. I have don't have fire bowl, they didn't move it.
I hope you have a great week, I am at NaNoWriMo.
Remember, Remember
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.
Chat me up soon.
Cheers!
Kitty
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