quarta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2008

November 5th


Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason, and plot,
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, ’twas his intent
To blow up the King and Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow;

By God’s providence he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!

A penny loaf to feed the Pope.
A farthing o’ cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we’ll say ol’ Pope is dead.
Hip hip hoorah!

Hip hip hoorah hoorah

Se você o vir, shoot to kill!


Cadê os fogos de artifício? Há 403 anos o pérfido Guy fawkes foi pêgo, tentar transformar o rei inglês em farofa!
Ps: Para informações adicionais disque 555-GOOGLE, ou vá direto em http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Fawkes_Night


Burn, you damn bastard!!

2 comentários:

Comentador Fiel disse...

Anarquia é a mais idosa de todas...

Quase tão natural quanto a submissão.

Jananá disse...

ANONSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AE GO VIVA 4CHAN BRINKSS
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