Remember, remember! The Eighth of November, The Russian treason and plot; I know of no reason Why the Russian treason Should ever be forgot! Don Trump and his companions Did the scheme contrive, To take the White House and Congress All up alive. Threescore botnets, laid below, To prove America's overthrow. But, by God's providence, him they catch, With a Russian prostitute's golden snatch! A stick and a stake For democracy's sake! If you won't give me one, I'll take two, The better for me, And the worse for you. A rope, a rope, to hang the Grope! A penn'orth of cheese to choke him, A pint of beer to wash it down, And a jolly good fire to burn him. Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! Make the bells sing! Holloa, boys! holloa boys! Let Freedom Ring! Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!