The fourth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Yigal and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To stop the Prime Minister, dead or alive.
Three shots were fired, “Blanks!” Did they shout,
To bring the demise of the process about.
And oh so they caught him, needing no run,
All grinnin’ ‘n shit, and yeah – holding a gun.
A stick and a flag
For a nation to drag
If you won’t give me one,
I’ll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
Gather, gather, don’t joke with his brother,
A penn’orth of cheese to smother his face,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good Bibi to forget the disgrace.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells chime!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save this rhyme!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!