Then sneaking through the dreary vault, With portable gas light, sirs, About to touch the powder train At witching hour of night, sirs; That is, I mean, he would have used The gas, but was prevented, ’Cause gas, you see, in James’s time, It had not been invented! Now, James, you know, was always thought To be a very sly fox, So, he bid ’em search th’ aforesaid vault, And there they found poor Guy Fawkes; For that he meant to blow them up, I think there’s little doubt, sirs, That is, I mean, provided he Had not been found out, sirs. And when they caught him in the fact, So very near the Crown’s end, They straightway sent to Bow Street, For that brave old runner, Townsend; That is, they would have sent for him, For fear he was no starter at, But Townsend wasn’t living then―― He wasn’t born till after that! So then they put poor Guy to death, For ages to remember, And boys now kill him once a year In dreary dark November; That is, I mean his effigy, For truth is strong and steady, Poor Guy, they cannot kill again, Because he’s dead already! Then bless her gracious Majesty And bless her royal son, sirs, And may he never get blown up (That is, if she gets one, sirs) And if she does, I’m sure he’ll reign, So prophecies my song, sirs, And if he don’t, why then he won’t, And so I can’t be wrong, sirs! (This version was written about 1840, but the original song is of a much earlier date.) ―――― NEW LAMPS FOR OLD ONES. In the story of “Aladdin,” sir, that veritable history, A certain downy dodger of a new Light made a mystery; And all for Peoples good, of course, his words were very bold ones. The cry he gulled the Public with, was “New lamps for Old ones.” Buy――Buy――Buy, “New Lamps for Old Ones,” Buy――Buy――Buy. Now, it wasn’t out of love at all for darkness, poor humanity, He offered them New Lamps for Old Ones, but only out of vanity; That Arabian Mr. Cockrane, knew the value of the old one, And he thought a sounding one of _brass_ might bring him in a gold one. Buy――Buy――Buy, &c. So, even in the present day, in almost every nation, Designing knaves can profit by a “Brummagem” imitation, They cry out “Change, good people, change,” around your dwellings hovering, And many are so fond of _change_, they cannot keep a _Sovereign_. Buy――Buy――Buy, &c.