Bomfire

Who's this guy faulks his name
Into the deapths
To parliment he went
Hired a basement
His plot began

He loaded the basement
The gun powder
He bought
His explosive black gold

Filled to the rafters
His barrels of gunpowder
He waits for
Parliment to start

The king must die this day
Blown to kingdom come
Waiting for the king with his lighted matches
He wait till his luck runs out
A final inspection
Foils his plot

Take to the tower of london he is
Interogated on the rack
His confesion he does sign

The condemed man he is
Tried is he
Taken to the jibbard is he
His life forfit
Tried to hang dissembowled
And quarted is he
So remember the fool guy faulks is he
He died a traiters death
Rembered is he
The 5 novermber
The informous faulkes is he
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Posted: Oct 2013

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