Bonfire Prayers

Remember, remember the Fifth of November The Gunpowder Treason

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Bonfire Anthem

Now is the time for marching Now let your hearts be gay Hark to

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Lewes Bonfire Videos - Lewes Bonfire Night Celebrations

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A collection of videos of the Lewes Bonfire Night Celebrations #lewesbonfire and some of Firework Displays, Processions and Chinese Crackers.


Remember, remember the Fifth of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot
I see no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes ’twas his intent
To blow up the King and the 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
Holler boys, holler boys, ring bells ring
Holler boys, holler boys, God Save the King!

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 old Pope is dead

Hip Hip Hoorah!
Hip Hip Hoorah!
Hip Hip Hoorah!

My heart’s in the Bonfire, my brain does not care;
My heart’s in the Bonfire a-chasing the flare;
A-chasing thered-flare, and following the drum,
My heart’s in the Bonfire wherever I bum.

Warm Welcome to Lewes, Farewell to elsewheres,
The birth-place of Bonfire,The small town that dares;
Wherever I wander, Wherever I rove,
The hills of the Bonfire for ever I love.

My heart’s in the Bonfire, my brain does not care;
My heart’s in the Bonfire a-chasing the flare;
A-chasing the red-flare, and following the drum,
My heart’s in the Bonfire wherever I bum.

Welcome to the chalk pits high covered with snow;
Welcome to the bournes and green valleys below;
Welcome to the twittens and wild-hanging woods;
Welcome to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart’s in the Bonfire, my brain does not care;
My heart’s in the Bonfire a-chasing the flare;
A-chasing the red-flare, and following the drum,
My heart’s in the Bonfire wherever I bum.

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