“Remember, remember the fifth of November.
The gunpowder treason, and plot.
I know of no reason, why the 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 England to overthrow.
But by God’s Mercy, he was catch’d,
With a darkened lantern, and burning match.

Holla boys, holla boys, let the bells rings!
Holla boys, holla boys, God save the King!

A penny load to feed the Ol’ Pope,
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer, to rinse it down,
A bundle of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar,
Burn him like a shooting star.
Burn the body from his head,
Then we’ll cry “Ol’ Pope is dead!”“

I love my Guy Fawkes mask, and I love the idea of the gunpowder plot. Although Guy Fawkes? Don’t love him so much. Still, the Government should listen to its people.