Showing posts with label Traditional. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Traditional. Show all posts
Remember, Remember… - Traditional
One of many versions of this traditional chant
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.
By god's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.
And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!
Traditional
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Labels:
Guy Fawkes,
Poem,
Traditional
There, Be The Jam - Tony Bradley
Being a Janner, that’s from Plymouth
I was well brought up, proper job
but I realised them Cornish was diffrent
a few penniees short, of a bob.
They’s not so bright, over the Tamar
their afternoon tea, got a simler scone
but changing the order they’m decorates it
they shoud’ve left well alone.
Is sacred West Country Tradition, innit
since ancient histree of cream teas began
but them Cornish buggers put the cream on top
is always bin bleddy cream, then jam.
Tony Bradley
I was well brought up, proper job
but I realised them Cornish was diffrent
a few penniees short, of a bob.
They’s not so bright, over the Tamar
their afternoon tea, got a simler scone
but changing the order they’m decorates it
they shoud’ve left well alone.
Is sacred West Country Tradition, innit
since ancient histree of cream teas began
but them Cornish buggers put the cream on top
is always bin bleddy cream, then jam.
Tony Bradley
Labels:
Humour,
Poem,
Tony Bradley,
Traditional
The Groundhog’s Longing - Kathy Figueroa
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| Source:Wikipedia |
The groundhog felt a longing
'Twas a most peculiar thing
A strange stirring in the soul
Could it be a sign of spring?
He pined for warmer weather
Which he hoped was on its way
So in his damp, dark burrow
He'd no longer have to stay
His empty stomach rumbled
As he thought of tender shoots
Because all he'd had for months
Were some tough, dirt-covered roots
He remembered his own kind
How they'd frolicked in the sun
He ached for companionship
And needed fresh air and fun
So down his hallway tunnel
He scurried to his front door
In great anticipation
Of many good things in store
Would expectations be met
And his ardent hopes come true?
Would his sore heart leap for joy
That winter was nearly through?
The answers to these questions
Will be revealed, at long last
Come February 2nd
And the Groundhog Day forecast!
Kathy Figueroa
Labels:
Animals,
Kathy Figueroa,
Poem,
Traditional
Remember, Remember… - Traditional
One of many versions of this traditional chant
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.
By god's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.
And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!
Traditional
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.
By god's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.
And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!
Traditional
Labels:
Guy Fawkes,
Poem,
Traditional
Remember, Remember… - Traditional
One of many versions of this traditional chant
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.
By god's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.
And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!
Traditional
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.
By god's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.
And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!
Traditional
Labels:
Guy Fawkes,
Poem,
Traditional
Remember, Remember… - Traditional
One of many versions of this traditional chant
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.
By god's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.
And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!
Traditional
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.
By god's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.
And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!
Traditional
Labels:
Guy Fawkes,
Poem,
Traditional
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