Build a bonfire, build a bonfire,
Put the teacher on the top,
Put the prefect in the middle,
And we'll burn the bloomin' lot.
Don't you Remember,
The Fifth of November
'Twas Gunpowder Treason Day,
I let off my gun,
And made 'em all run,
And stole all their Bonfire away.
Guy, guy, guy
Poke him in the eye,
Put him on the bonfire,
And there let him die.
Rumour, rumour, pump and derry,
Prick his heart and burn his body,
And send his soul to Purgatory.
(Anonymous)
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