Remember, remember, the Fifth of November the gunpowder, treason and plot,
We see no reason why 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,
Holler boys, Holler boys, ring 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 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 old Pope is dead.
Hip Hip Hoorah! Hip Hip Hoorah! Hip Hip Hoorah!