Typically I celebrate this day with a long overdue showing of V For Vendetta, followed (or preceded) by the reading of said graphic novel of the same name… And dancing. Lots and lots of dancing. But this year, I think a little poetry is also in order, don’t you agree?
DISCLAIMER: I’m implying no hatred for the current Pope (since he’s proving to be a pretty awesome guy) by posting this. People were just really angry back then. Still are. But can you blame them?
The Fifth of November (1870)
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove England’s ovethrow.
But, by God’s providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stake
For King James’s sake!
If you won’t give me one,
I’ll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn’orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!
English Folk Verse, c.1870
How will you spend your Guy Fawkes Night? Fireworks? Celebration? Bonfire? Dancing? Movie and a Book? Will this be just another day for you, or will it be remembered… as the lyric goes: