Mr. Catesby, do you have a light They're indignant to our plight We're together in this fight I packed the barrels tight Mr. Catesby, we follow the flame We all curse the reign Of that bastard King James And the book that bears his name 36 barrels Will level this place Bring down his grace Our metal he will face 36 barrels Tied to a fuse I do refuse To be ruled by you Mr. Catesby, we have been betrayed Fawkes has given names Then broke his neck for shame But killed as all the same 36 barrels Will level this place Bring down his grace Our metal he will face 36 barrels Tied to a fuse I do refuse To be ruled by you 36 barrels Will level this place Bring down his grace Our metal he will face 36 barrels Tied to a fuse I do refuse To be ruled by you 36 barrels Tied to a fuse I do refuse To be ruled by you