Remember, remember,
The fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot,
I hope that night will never be forgot.
The king and his train
Had like to be slain;
Thirty-six barrels of gunpowder
Set below London to blow London up!
Holla boys! Holla boys!
Let the bells ring!
Holla boys! Holla boys!
God save the King!
A stick or a stake
For Victoria’s sake,
And pray ye remember the bonfire night.
LINCOLNSHIRE HARVEST HOME
I rent my shirt and tore my skin
To get my master’s harvest in.
Hip! hip! hurrah!
Harvest in and harvest home,
We’ll get a good fat hen and bacon bone,
Hip! hip! hurrah!
Farmer Brown has got his corn
Well mown and well shorn.
Hip! hip! hurrah!
Never turned over and never stuck fast,
The harvest cart has come home at last.
Hip! hip! hurrah!
February borrowed from fair April
Three days, and paid them back all ill.
First of them was ra’ and weet,
The second of them was sna’ and sleet,
And the third of them was sic a freeze,
The birds they stickit upon the trees.