Gunpowder, Treason and Plot

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot,
I see no reason why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and the Parli'ment.
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.
Hulloa boys, hulloa boys, make the bells ring.
Hulloa boys, hulloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!

Bonfire Night is my favourite British celebration.  Ever.  We build fires, light fireworks and sparklers, eat jacket potatoes with beans and chew on toffee apples.  What more could you ask for?  I love that the autumn night air smells of sulphur, and the smoke from bonfires and fireworks combine to create a fog that would put Dickensian London to shame.  James gets to set off fountains, roman candles, catherine wheels and rockets to his heart's content... with just his lighter and very little sense of danger.  This year we had twice the fun, we managed to squeeze two parties into one evening!