Now here’s some more historic rhyme you can remember see,
about us English people and how we used to be,
First we had the pagans with their scary festivals’,
Always lighting fires to scare away the ghouls!
The Celts believed that perjured souls would come right near their pyres,
And warm their poor eternal souls by humans’ physical fires!
The Catholic Church while frowning and grumbling all the way,
Thought it better to include the ceremonies and hold paganism at bay,
They turned up holy noses and laughed at them and said
“There just silly celebrations for your children now, why not come to church instead!”
Over time the serious festivals they faded from the scene,
And instead; sweeties, pranks and then people started painting themselves green!
The next day being All Saints Day; To church they all would go,
all be acting holy, and no more devils don’t you know!
About this time of the season there’s another story to say,
Tis’ dark, dismal and dangerous and there’s plotters by the way,
The was a man called Robert Catesby who Hated James I,
And wanted him to be blown up – a firework, the worst!
To Guy Fawkes he gave this challenge;
I want you to go out on this night,
And set parliament on fire; make sure it goes up bright!
But James he was not foolish, for he already knew,
A nasty turncoat Tresham had told him; and he knew what to do!
He set a nasty trap for Fawkes and when he caught him; made him quack,
He tortured poor old Guy Fawkes on the thumb screws and the rack,
Three days poor Fawkes refused to talk, but grew so long and thin,
-at 15 foot tall,
It hurt so much; the poor man he gave in!
He wished he had been killed right then, ‘cos James I he said
“To all those who are found guilty you ‘shant just loose your head!
You shall first be hung just like a deer, and then you shall be quartered;
And then you head shall be cut off, its you that shall be slaughtered!
The Public they cheered the King and as the celebrations got higher,
They made a dummy of poor old Fawkes and burned him on a pyre.
So there’s a warning for the folk who think of such dastardly plots,
400 years on,
Poor old Fawkes still is burned and still is not forgot!

