I do not remember the fifth of November
I first had occasion to see;
I had just been born on the fourth of November
And it made no difference to me.
But now that I know the fifth of November
For gunpowder, treason, and plot,
I look all around on this fifth of November
And see many others forgot.
When I go to vote on this fifth of November
And in the election partake,
I hope those on the ballot will ever remember
They lie in the bed that they make.
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