Bonfire Night Song
Here is a collection of Sussex bonfire night and Guy Fawkes related songs and hymns 
Sussex By The Sea
Now is the time for marching
Now let your hearts be gay
Hark to the merry bugles
Sounding along our way
So let your voices ring, my boys,
And take the time from me
And I'll sing you a song, as we march along,
Of Sussex by the Sea.
For we're the men from Sussex
Sussex by the sea,
We plough and sow and reap and mow,
And useful men we are we:
And when you go from Sussex,
Whoever you may be,
You tell them all that we stand or fall
For Sussex by the sea.
Oh, Sussex, Sussex by the sea
Good old Sussex by the Sea
You may tell them all that we stand or fall
For Sussex by the sea.
Light is the love of a soldier
That's what the ladies say
Lightly he goes a-wooing
Lightly he rides away,
In love and war, we always are
As fair as fair can be,
And a soldier boy is the ladies joy
In Sussex by the sea.
Oh, Sussex, Sussex by the sea
Good old Sussex by the Sea
You may tell them all that we stand or fall
For Sussex by the sea.
Far o'er the seas we wander
Wide through the world we roam,
Far from the kind hearts yonder
Far from our dear old home,
But never shall we forget my boys
And true we'll ever be
To the girls so kind that we left behind
In Sussex by the sea.
Oh, Sussex, Sussex by the sea
Good old Sussex by the Sea
You may tell them all that we stand or fall
For Sussex by the sea.
Written By Mr. W. Ward-Higgs For The Royal Sussex Regiment
Lest We Forget
War to end all wars
Hatred lost control
Casualties now mounting
Tales yet still untold
Life's eradication
Of man now beyond all reason
Totally insane
The human race becomes
Lest we forget - thoughts will always haunt the mind
Lest we forget - the bitterness remains
Vast termination
Man made rationality
Complete elimination
Of life beyond brutality
Eternal resentment
Re-occurs time after time
Driven to despair
Extinction drawing near
Commence removal of all things valued in life
The persecution what was once believd right
Humanities objective now totally deranged
When ignorance transpires, this world becomes insane.
GUY FAWKES
I'll tell you a doleful tragedy
Guy Fawkes, the prince of sinisters
Who once blew up the House of Lords
The King and all his ministers
That is, he would have blown them up,
And we would ne'er forget him,
his will was good to do the deed
If they had only let him.
Singing bow-wow-wow,
Whack fol-de-riddle,
Singing bow-wow-wow.
Straightway he came from Lambeth side
And wished the State was undone;
And crossing over Vauxhall bridge
That way he came to London;
That is, he would have crossed the bridge
To perpetrate his guilt, sir,
But a trifling thing prevented him,
The bridge it was not built, Sir.
And as he searched the dreary vaults
With portable gas light, sir,
About to touch the powder train
At the witching hour of night, sir;
That is, he would have used the gas,
Had he not been prevented;
But gas you know, in James's time,
It hadn't been invented.
Now, when they caught him in the act,
So very near the Crown's end,
They sent straightway to Bow Street for
That gay old runner Townsend;
That is, they would have sent for him
For danger, he's no starter at
But Townsend wasn't living then,
He wasn't born till arter that.
So then they put poor Guy to death
For ages to remember,
And now they kill him every year
In dreary, dark November;
That is, his effigy, I mean
For truth is strange and steady,
They cannot put poor Guy to death
For he is dead already.
Louise Pound American Ballads and Songs
Born On The 5th November
There was November in your eyes
There'd be no pennies for the guys
There were fireworks over London
But you weren't among them anymore
When it got darker the nightmares came
I lit a sparkler to write your name
There were fireworks over London
You weren't among them anymore
Because you're too beautiful
Gunpowder is louder that's all
You should never play with fireworks
You might get your fingers burned
The blue touch paper brings a touch of violence
But you'll never learn
Because you're too beautiful
Gunpowder is louder that's all
Beautiful
That's what the fireworks are for
Yes, you're beautiful
You're so beautiful
Too beautiful for such an ugly world
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An Hymn of Praise to The God of England, For Three Great Salvations.
I. From the Spanish Invasion, 1588.
II. From the Gunpowder Plot, Nov. 5.
III. From Popery and Slavery by King William of Glorious Memory, who landed Nov. 5, 1688.
Composed Nov. 5. 1695.
I.
Infinite God, whose counsels stand
Like Mountains of Eternal Brass,
Pillars to prop our Sinking Land,
Or Guardian Rocks too break the Seas.
II.
From Pole to Pole thy Name is known,
Thee a Whole Heaven of Angels praise,
Our Labouring Tongues would strike thy Throne
With the Loud Triumphs of thy Grace.
III.
Part of thy Church by thy Command
Stands rais'd upon the Brittish Isles,
There, said the Lord, to Ages stand
Firm as the Everlasting Hills.
IV.
In vain the Spanish Ocean roar'd,
And roll'd its Billows to our Shore;
The Billows sunk beneath thy Word,
And all the Floating War they bore.
V.
Come, said the Sons of bloody Rome,
Let us provide new Arms from Hell,
And down they digg'd thro' Earth's dark Womb,
And ransack'd all the burning Cell.
VI.
Old Satan lent them fiery Stores,
Infernal Coal and Sulph'rous Flame,
And all that burns, and all that roars,
Outrageous Fires of dreadful Name.
VII.
Beneath the Senate and the Throne
Engines of Hellish Thunder lay,
There the dark Seeds of Fire were sown
To spring a Bright, but dismal Day.
VIII.
Thy Lovee beheld the black Design,
Thy Love that Guards thine England round;
Strange!~ how it quench'd the fiery Mine,
And crush'd the Tempest under Ground.
The Second Part
I.
Assume my Tongue a Nobler Strain,
Sing the New Wonders of the Lord;
The Foes revive their Pow'rs again,
Again they die beneath his Sword.
II.
Dark as our Thoughts our Minutes roll
While Tyranny possest the Throne;
And Murtherers of an Irish Soul
Ran threatening Death thro' every Town.
III.
The Roman Priest and British Prince
Joyn'd their best Force and blackest Charms;
And the fierce Troops of neighbouring France
Offer'd the Service of their Arms
IV.
'Tis done, they cry'd, and laught aloud,
The Courts of Darkness rang with Joy,
Th' Old Serpent hiss'd, and Hell grew proud,
While Zion mourn'd her Ruine nigh.
V.
But lo! The great Deliverer Sails
Commission'd from Jehovah's Hand;
And Smiling Seas, and wishing Gales
Convey him to the longing Land.
VI.
The happy Day and happy Year
Both in our new Salvation meet:
The Day that quencht the Burning Snare,
And Year that burn th' Invading Fleet.
VII.
Now did thine Arm, O God of Hosts,
Now did thine Arm shine dazling bright;
The Sons of Might their Hands had lost,
And Men of Blood forgot to fight.
VIII.
Brigades of Angels lin'd the way,
And guarded William to his Throne;
There, ye Celestial Warriours, stay,
And make his Palace like your own.
IX.
Thus, Mighty God, thy Praise Divine
From Heaven and Earth at once shall flow;
Angels and Men conspire and joyn
In Hallelujahs, here below.
X.
All Hallelujah, Heavenly King,
Tis thy Victorious Arm we sing;
Fly round the Globe, ye Echoing Joys,
And vaulted Skies repeat the Noise.
Unknown
The Revolution And Gunpowder Plot
Patriots of Britain Great,
Now join to celebrate
Two great events;
Gun-powder Treason and
The Revolution grand;
Joy echo through the land;
Time now presents.
Rome, as our records say,
Aimed upon this day,
Britain's o'erthrow,
To blast was her intent,
Both King and Parliament,
And Constitution rent,
All at on blow.
But heaven who Britons aid,
When foes our rights invade,
Did frustrate,
With helping hand divine,
Her hellish, vile design,
In a destructive mine,
Providence great!
The church to overthrow,
And Romish errors sow,
James, Britain's King,
Strove with an ardent zeal,
But in effect did fail,
Which gave him cause to 'weal
Woe! did him sting.
Rul'd by despotic will,
Patriots no places fill,
In Church nor State;
But injur'd Britons brave,
William's assistance crave,
Who did our freedom save,
And James defeat.
Britons the chorus join,
Ever may Brunswick's line,
This empire sway;
May George's progeny,
Our laws defenders be;
God bless the family;
Huzza! huzza!
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