│ │ │ Of the vagabond boys, │ │ │11│welcome │When they're burning Guy Vaux and the │ ⚹ ♀ ♈ ☍ │ │ │ │ Pope; │ │ │ │ │ It the flame keeps alive, │ │ │12│rope │ It makes bigotry thrive, │ of the │ │ │ │And gives it abundance of scope. │ │ │13│dangling │ │ weather │ │ │ │ 'Tis a beautiful truth │ │ │14│strangling│ For the minds of our youth, │ being │ │ │ │And will make 'em all Christians indeed; │ │ │15│frowning │ For the Church and the State │ │ │ │ │ Thus to teach 'em to hate │ ♈ ☍ ♉ ♋ ♎ │ │16│drowning │All those of a different creed. │ │ │ │ │ │ in some │ │17│oh! │ It is two hundred years │ │ │ │ │ Since our ancestors' fears │ sort the │ │18│Johnny │Were arous'd by this blood-thirsty fox; │ │ │ │ │ But often, since then, │ │ │19│Bull │ Our parliament men │ ♈ ☊ ♍ │ │ │ │Have been awfully _blown up_ by _Vaux_. │ │ │20│what a │ │ same as │ │ │ │ Now, they cannot deny │ │ │21│silly │ They're afraid of their Guy; │ usual, │ │ │ │And some of them earnestly hope, │ │ │22│old │ He may fancy a swing │ │ │ │ │ At the end of a string; │ ♊ ♒ ☿ ♍ │ │23│fool! │And they promise him plenty of rope. │ │ │ │ │ │ unless the │ │24│wait │ │ │ │ │ │ │ Comet do │ │25│to the │ │ │ │ │ │ │ make an │ │26│end │ │ │ │ │ │ │ alteration │ │27│and │ │ │ │ │ │ │therein as I│ │28│all │ │ │ │ │ │ │ have │ │ │ │ │ heretofore │ │29│will │ │ │ │ │ │ │ noted. │