Remember, remember the fifth of November, The gunpowder, treason and plot, I know of no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, Ã¢â‚¬â„¢twas his intent To blow up the King and Parliament. Three score barrels of powder below, Poor old England to overthrow; By GodÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s providence he was catchÃ¢â‚¬â„¢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 oÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ 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 weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll say olÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ Pope is dead. Hip hip hoorah! Hip hip hoorah hoorah!
Harper's Magazine publishes a small list to keep in mind on Guy Fawkes Night:
...and here is a papercraft Guy Fawkes mask.
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