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A NEW SPEECH FOR OLD GUY FAWKES. " Remember, Remember,—The Fifth of November,—Gunpowder treason and p ot : We see no reason,—Why Gunpowder treason,—Should ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, G u y , — W i t h his lantern so s l v , — G o t into Parliament House. Huzza ! huzza ! this is the day Which we commemorate, When cruel Guy, with wicked eye, Design'd King James's fate. His ends to gain, he laid a train, With direful intent, When the good King was to take wing, With all his Parliament. November five, as I'm alive, Was when Guy Fawkes design'd With means so sly to blow them high, So base was he inclin'd. He sure was taught, that wicked thought By some of Satan's crew ; For if his prime he'd touch'd in time, Like rockets they'd have flew. But Providence, 'mongst its intents, Subverted his design ; A letter sent, to a Lord it went, By which they found the mine. But now remark :—with lantern dark, And matches, flint and steel, And powder too, with all he knew Would make a dreadful peal. He had around when he was found, At which he stampt and tore ; Vane he harangu'd, for he was hang'd So then could plot no more. So give a mite, that we this night Be not with sorrow seen ; But united we will sing with glee, God bless our Royal Queen. Printed and Sold by J. K, GREEN, 9, Thurlow Place, East Street Walworth.

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A NEW SPEECH FOR

OLD GUY FAWKES. " Remember, R e m e m b e r , — T h e Fifth of November,—Gunpowder treason and p ot :

We see no r e a s o n , — W h y Gunpowder t r e a s o n , — S h o u l d ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, G u y , — W i t h his lantern so s l v , — G o t into Parliament House.

Huzza ! huzza ! this is the day Which we commemorate,

When cruel Guy, with wicked eye, Design'd King James's fate.

His ends to gain, he laid a train, With direful intent,

When the good King was to take wing, With all his Parliament.

November five, as I'm alive, Was when Guy Fawkes design'd

With means so sly to blow them high, So base was he inclin'd.

He sure was taught, that wicked thought By some of Satan's crew ;

For if his prime he'd touch'd in time, Like rockets they'd have flew.

But Providence, 'mongst its intents, Subverted his design ;

A letter sent, to a Lord it went, By which they found the mine.

But now remark :—with lantern dark, And matches, flint and steel,

And powder too, with all he knew Would make a dreadful peal.

He had around when he was found, At which he stampt and tore ;

Vane he harangu'd, for he was hang'd So then could plot no more.

So give a mite, that we this night Be not with sorrow seen ;

But united we will sing with glee, God bless our Royal Queen.

Printed and Sold by J. K, GREEN, 9, Thurlow Place, East Street Walworth.