We celebrate THE FAILURE and the CAPTURE
Not the fact that some York born papist mercenary and his friends wanted to blow up the entire parliament. And for those that donât know the full poem   The Fifth of November
  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 and his companions   Did the scheme contrive,   To blow the King and Parliament   All up alive.   Threescore barrels, laid below,   To prove old Englandâs overthrow.   But, by Godâs providence, him they catch,   With a dark lantern, lighting a match!   A stick and a stake   For King Jamesâs sake!   If you wonât give me one,   Iâll take two,   The better for me,   And the worse for you.   A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,   A pennâorth 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! So there you go, itâs a case of us British being rather blood thirsty and saying WE ARE A MONARCHY end of.

















