Scouts Investment with a Big Bang!

Today is Guy Fawkes Day in the UK... the day when the country sets of wads of Fireworks to remember the famous Gunpowder Plot in 1605, where a failed attempt to assasinate King James I (also King James VI of Scotland and son of Mary Queen of Scots) left Guy Fawkes (who had been put in charge of the plans execution) was left to take the fall for the entire group responsible when he was found during a raid of the cellars underneath Parliament. Fawkes was then hanged, drawn and quartered on the 31st of January 1606 (at the age of 35).

As the locals all started letting off their backyard fireworks for the evening we headed off for 1st Cowplain Scout Den. Tonights agenda: Zanes investment into the Scout group.

During parade Zane and three others were invested into the group at 1st Cowplain, given their first badges (will be sewing them on later), had their neckerchiefs (simply called a scarf back home in Oz) put around their collars, gave their first official salutes and shook the hands of the leaders at the den. Zane was so proud as he did his salute. It's so nice to see both boys settle so easily in Scout life here ... almost like being back home at their familiar Scout den. Darian will be invested into the Cubs in the next few weeks.

After the investments and weekly uniform inspection the troup headed outside (and on the opposite side of the 6 foot wooden fence) to watch the Scouts own celebration of Guy Fawkes Day..... which involved a massive display of amazing FIREWORKS!!!! What a night for these 4 boys to be invested into the group. We will certainly never forget which day it was.

You could say ... it all went off with a bang!!!!

Guy Fawkes Day Poem
Traditional British

Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot ;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,
'Twas his intent.
To blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below.
Poor old England to overthrow.
By God's providence he was catch'd,
With a dark lantern and burning match

Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !

A penny loaf to feed ol'Pope,
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down,
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar,'
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head,
Then we'll say: ol'Pope is dead


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