Used gunpowder kegs for a tool,
We’ve a certain old man who does all he can
To break up the House with Home Rule.
Bring the effigy out, and take it about;
On to the Bonfire with laughter and shout,
And all the good people who see it will cry,
“Holloa! boys, holloa! for Gladstone the Guy.”
Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
As years have rolled on we have got
Fresh guys for the season of gunpowder treason