Today here in United Kingdom we celebrate Guy Fawkes/Bonfire Night with lots of Bonfires and Fireworks all in memory of the fact that a group of Catholics failed to overthrow a Protestant Parliament here.

Basically it’s one of those strange celebrations here where we stick two fingers up at the Catholic Church and Pope which is largely lost on most people here in United Kingdom now. In so much it’s reminder to the Catholics of old that the Protestants ruled the United Kingdom.

This sort of shows in the full traditional English Poem associated with the day which is rarely printed in full lest it offends the sensibilities of Catholics but it is essence of the day in truth about.

So here it is the Guy Fawkes Day Poem in full with the last verse.

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.