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*Terrible Tudors,
Gorgeous Georgians

*Slimy Stuarts,
Vile Victorians

* Woeful wars,
Ferocious fights

* Dingy castles,
Daring knights

* Horrors that defy description,
Cutthroat Celts, awful Egyptians

* Vicious Vikings, cruel crimes,
Punishment from ancient times!

* Roman, rotten,
rank and ruthless

* Cavemen, savage,
fierce and toothless

* Groovy Greeks,
Brainy sages

* Mean and measly Middle Ages

* Gory stories, we do that

* And your host a talking rat

* The past is no longer
a mystery

* Welcome to
Horrible Histories *

(MAN READING)

(SHIVERING) it's freezing!

Tell me about it.
I made this cup of tea

two minutes ago,
and now look at.
It's like a tea lollipop!

I think I'm getting frostbite.
I've lost the feeling
in my toes.

Come here, then. Let's huddle

Ooh! You are cold, ain't ya?

It's these th-thin uniforms.

-MAN: Somme Times!
-Newspaper? Brilliant!

-I'll take a couple.
Thanks, mate.
-Newspaper?

-I'm shaking too much to
read a newspaper.
-No, it's not for reading.

You stick it up your shirt.

It's like an extra layer of
insulation. There.
Are you warmer?

-No.
-Oh.

When I had frostbite last year,
the doctor told me to strip off,

and then he rubbed me down
with a cloth covered in snow.

Did it help?

-No. Made it much worse,
come to think of it.
-At ease, men.

Ooh, what you got there, then,
Sir?

-Something to warm you up.
-Oh! Is it a Lancashire hotpot?

-No, it's whale oil.
-Oh, that stinks.

-I'm not eating that.
-Don't be ridiculous.

Don't eat it. I want you to
smear it over your bodies.

-Weird.
-Army orders, lads.

Before going out on patrol
in cold weather,

each man must be stripped and
coatedin melted down
whale fat.

Well, I suppose
If it keeps a whale warm...

OK? Now, smear away.
That's it.

-Are you feeling any warmer?
-Not at all.

Lads, well, grab your guns,
and let's head out on patrol.

It's slipping.

I can't...
(GUN FIRES)

-MAN: Watch it!
-Sorry.

It could get really cold
in the trenches,

and there wasn't much food
to eat either,

so nothing went to waste. Ha!

ANNOUNCER: Four eager chefs,
four historical heroes
for just one prize.

Who will be crowned
Historical MasterChef?

Whoever wins this competition,
it will change their ives!

What he said.

ANNOUNCER: Ernie is a
World War I soldier who has to
prepare his own meals

from limited rations.

Mate, mate, mate, mate,
you can't do that.
That's unhygienic.

Aw, but it feels so good.

I've been stuck in those
freezing cold trenches
for months!

You can't leave these... Ugh!

Yeah, my socks are a bit riddled
with lice, I'm afraid.

-Don't worry, mate.
You get used to the itching.
-Do you?

No. Still, waste not, want not,

(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)

-The red ones are more juicy.
-(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)

ANNOUNCER: With Gregg deloused,
it's time to find out
what Ernie will serve up.

OK, everyone, time's up.

Stop cooking meals of food.

Well, first up,
I've made dog And maggot.

Not actual dog and maggot?

Oh, no, no, no, that's just
trench talk for
bread and cheese.

-I'm following that with baby's
head.
-What? Not actual babies.

No, no, not actual babies.
That's trench talk for
meat pudding.

It's called that 'cause
it looks bit like a baby's head.

And, lastly, my piece de
resistance, messenger
peigeon pie!

-Now you're talking!
-Just to double check,

not actual messenger pigeon?

(LAUGHS) Yeah, actual.
Well, we weren't
sending any messages,

so waste not, want not.

(SPITTING)

Talking of which...

Not bad.

Ernie, your food was disgusting.

However, we admired
your resourcefulness,
and for that reason,

we're putting you through
to the next round.

-Congratulations, mate.
-Oh, that's wonderful.
Thank you.

-Ugh. What is this?
-Tea.

From stale rainwater
I scooped out
a dirty shell hole.

(EXCLAIMING IN DISGUST)

Does tend to give you
bad diarrhoea
if you're not used to it.

(FARTS)
Ugh, I don't think
I'm going to make it!

Waste not, want not, eh?

(FARTS)
Ugh, still not used to it,
still not used to it!

(LAUGHS)

Did you know, when World War I
soldiers finished
off tins of jam,

they'd sometimes fill the tins
with explosives and use them as
grenades?

Imagine if they lobbed
the wrong one, eh?

(YELLS) I'm wounded and
I've been hit by a grenade!

Oh, no, hold on, it's just
jam.

(MAN READING)

Hello, and welcome to the
News At When. When?
The Saxon era,

when Britain was being shaped by
invaders from mainland Europe.

To find out more, we go over
now Bob Hale with
the Anglo-Saxon Report. Bob.

Thank you, Sam. Well, it's
400 AD.

That right there is Britain,
and here comes the King,

in a bed sheet!
No, not really.

It's a Roman emperor,
because Britain is
under Roman rule,

just as it has been
for more than 350 years.

But that is about to change,

because in the year 410,
the unthinkable happens,

so unthinkable, in fact, that
I can't think of it.
What was it now?

Oh, I know!
The Roman Empire crumbles.
The Romans leave Britain

with the immortal line, "Don't
forget to put the cat out."
Or something like that.

And that's when the problems
really started.

The Picts from up in Scotland
decide to invade England,

so the king of the Britons,
Vortigern, hires
a load of warriors

from Denmark and Germany
to help him fight the Picts.

Amongst these warriors are
Hengist and Horsa,
who decide that

they like Britain so much,
they'd like to keep some of it.

Luckily, Hengist has
a beautiful daughter,

so, in one of the weirdest deals
in history,

he offers King Vortigern
his daughter's hand
in marriage

in return for Kent, yep, Kent,
and that's just the start of it.

So, seeing how easy it is
to get your hands
on English lands,

there are
Danes and Germans everywhere.

Invaders from the German
district of Angeln take over
the Midlands and the North.

Invaders from Saxony take over
huge chunks of the south.

Yes, England gets overrun
with Angles and Saxons,
making it officially Anglo-Saxon

and you thought
we'd just made that term up!

So there we have it.

That's that. End of the story.
End of the line.
End of the pier.

Last dance. Last chance.
Light's off.
Cat's out. Done.

But not for long!
Under Anglo-Saxon rule,
Britain changes shape entirely,

although obviously not around
the edges. Inside, though,

it's all changes.
The Anglo-Saxon invaders shape
their newly-won lands into

seven major kingdoms
called Wessex and Essex
and Sussex and so on.

But's not all plain sailing
for the Anglo-Saxons,
oh no.

Despite their best efforts,
they can't conquer Scotland
for toffee.

A shame, as Scotland's got
great toffee.

While the other unconquered
kingdoms in the west aren't
exactly thrilled

about the new neighbours.

Relations get so bad that
Kind Arthur of Mercia

an Anglo-Saxon Kingdom
shown here in puce

whatever colour that is,
builds a giant ditch cutting off

west of Britain from the
rest of Britain creating the
border of what we call Wales.

Scotland, Wales,
Anglo-Saxon England all sitting
side by side in perfect harmony,

bar a little name-calling
and the odd local war.

But not for long. It's 865,

and lock up your monasteries,
because here come the Vikings!

In no time, they take over
every major Anglo-Saxon kingdom

except for this one, Wessex,
home of Alfred the Great,

who clearly has a high opinion
of himself. And for good reason,

because Alfie and his family
actually managed to hold
back the Vikings.

But not for long!
Well, it's for quite a while.

But that's not the point.
No, eventually Aethelred the
Unready becomes the King

and gets so sick of the
constant Viking attacks that
he's presumably never ready for

that he decides to kill
every Viking in England,

including the King of Norway's
sister, which unsurprisingly
doesn't go down

too well with the King of
Norway who promptly invades
England,

takes Aethelred's crown and
becomes first in the line of
Vikings Kings.

There's Canute,
there's Harthacanute,
there's a quarter of a Canute.

Except not the last one
until, in 1042, an Englishman
gets the throne.

It's Edward the Confessor.
Hurray! And then he goes
and dies. Boo.

Three people fight over
who should replace him.

An Englishman, a Norman
and a Viking which sounds
like the start of the joke,

but it really isn't,
especially for the Englishman,
Harold Godwinson,

who takes the crown
and is immediately
set upon by the other two.

While he's fighting off
the Viking one here,

the Norman one, a certain
William the Conqueror,
attacks down there.

Next, it's 1066, the Battle
of Hastings which signals
not only the end of Harold,

but also the end of
Anglo-Saxon England
altogether.

The end of the Pier Show,
the end of the line,
the end of the road,

the end of the world
as we know it,
and unless I calm down,

in the next few seconds it might
well be the end of dear old Bob.
Oh, it's too late!

(GROANS)

My mistake, it's just heartburn.
Back to you, Sam.

We Saxons were defeated by
Norman duke
William the Conqueror.

He was a pretty ruthless
character. And he always
got his own way.

ANNOUNCER: He was the vicious,
arrogant Norman Duke, who
would one day rule Englannd.

Oh, really?
Good, I like England.

Apart from the weather.
Oh, and the food.
And the people.

ANNOUNCER: She was
the beautiful grandaughter of
the French king.

Grandpapa, can I have a pony?

-Yes, have a 100 ponies.
-I love you, Grandpapa.

ANNOUNCER: And when
William asked for
her hand in marriage,

there was only ever going to be
one answer.

No way. I'm way too posh for
that stinky Duke William.

I'm going to marry
a prince or something.

ANNOUNCER: But William
wouldn't take non
for an answer.

He set off on a journey to win
the heart of the
beautiful princess.

-Stand up.
-I am standing up.

Wow, you're very small.

Yeah, I'm, like, four foot.
What do you want?

I want you to marry me.

I will never marry you.

Hmm, we'll see about that.

ANNOUNCER: Duke William used
all his charm to make
Mathilda fall in love with him.

Marry me!

No!

(THUD)

Marry me!

No!

(THUD)

Marry me!

-OK!
-Great.

ANNOUNCER: Hey, whoa, whoa,
now, hang on a minute.

-What was all that about?
-All what?

ANNOUNCER: All that, you
pulling her hair and pushing
her in the mud and stuff.

It's just what happens.
She said no,

so I pulled her hair and
then I pushed
her in the mud and...

ANNOUNCER: But you
can't do that.

I know, was terrible, but
he turned out to be
a really good husband.

Yeah, we were together 30 years.

We had 11 beautiful children.

ANNOUNCER: Yeah, but it's
kind of... But... I...

-BOTH: What?
-ANNOUNCER: Ah, forget it.
So, where were we?

Coming soon to a cinema near
you. Mud and Mathilda, a tale
of loving and shoving.

Oi! I already said yes!

Oh, sorry.

My bad.

ANNOUNCER: Rated unreasonable.

(MAN READING)

(BOTH READING)

(THUD)

(MAN READING)

Us Georgians loved a good day
out, but some of the things

we went to see could be
considered very cruel.

This is Jessica Harvey-Smythe,

reporting from the hottest
ticket in Georgian England.

It's London's latest
attraction, London Bedlam,
a fun day out for

all the family, and with
entrance costing just one penny,

it's a sell-out.

I can't wait to see
what all the fuss is about.

And here it is,
the first exhibit, and it's...

He's... I'm sorry,
I'm confused.

-Who is he?
-Oh, I don't know.
He's just a mad person.

-Don't go near him, Anne.
He may bite you.
-What, this man is mad?

-Yes, he's clinically insane.
-Shouldn't he be in hospital?

-This is a hospital.
-Brilliant, isn't it?

Ah, it seems that
Georgians are paying money

to go to a mental institution
to laugh at the afflicted.

He's not doing anything.
Throw something at him,
Augustus.

Rubbish. Who else is there?

There's John Frith, the madman
who tried to kill George III,

James Hadfield, the madman
who tried to kill George III

and Margaret Nicholson, the
mad woman who tried to kill
George the III.

Seems like a lot of people
want to kill George III.

I'm not surprised if he lets
this vile practice go on.

This is Jessica Harvey-Smythe
reporting from

the most unpleasant spectacle
in Georgian Britain.

Oh, I'm bored now.
Shall we go and see
the public hanging?

Oh, lovely.

Or perhaps the number two.

(WOMAN READING)

The answer is...

C. 96,000 visitors went along
to have a look

at those less fortunate
than themselves.

Georgian entertainment could be
pretty strange,

as were some of the things
they thought were good for you.

ANNOUNCER: Introducing
new Solomon's

the Georgian tonic for
health and wellbeing,

made from the purest spring
water, except with mercury
in it.

Crisp and clear
as a mountain stream,

apart from the poisonous
metal content. Hang on.

I drink Solomon's Water
everyday and I've
never felt better.

Oh, dear, can't see,
can't hear, can't stand.

(SCREAMS)

It's the mercury that lends
new Solomon's Water

that unique metallic taste,

and we Georgians
are pretty sure
it's good for you.

The loss of sight, hearing,
balance,

sensation and, occasionally,
life, are just a coincidence.

-WOMAN: Help!
-Probably.

(ANNOUNCER READING)

Are you sure we should be

telling people to
drink this stuff, Leonard?

(MAN READING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Greetings, my denizens of death.

I am Vincenzo Larfoff,

and this week's scary story is
The Mystery of Motecuhzoma!

The year was...

(MOUTHS) 1519.

A year so terrifying,
I dare not speak it,

when an eerie series of strange
and unnerving events unfolded

in the distant South American
capital of Tenochtitlan.

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

Yes, Tenochtitlan.

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

And mighty Emperor Motecuhzoma
had no idea of the fate that was
about to

befall him when haunting visions
began to curse his land.

First, in the ocean off the
Aztec coast, a mysterious house

appeared in the turbulent
waves, somehow moving
towards the land.

Then, ghostly figures appeared
on the shoreline, pale creatures

that looked like men
but acted like gods,

and, from this house of horror,

-from its very bowels...
-(FART)

-I don't think we need a sound
effect for the word bowels.
-(FART)

No, I don't want to hear
that particular sound effect
ever again, OK?

(CHITTERING)

And, from this house of horror,
from its very bowels,

unearthly monsters were
unleashed. Demons with
the body wild deer,

but the arms and heads of men,
each of them gripping
a silver wand

that smashed flames,
striking the Aztecs dead.

And as Motecuhzoma watched
the carnage he wailed,

"What are these demonic
creatures?"

Well, little did he know
the chilling truth.

These unearthly creatures
were not

demons or monsters
nor aliens nor gods.

They were Spaniards!

What?

(CLEARS THROAT)

And the house in the sea was
a Spanish galleon.

The ghostly figures were just
invading Spanish soldiers,

the flaming wands were guns
and the half deer, half men,
they were just people on horses.

Let's clear this up once
and for all.

Ghosts, scary.

Vampires, scary.

Spanish blokes on horses, not
scary.

You're just making me
look like an idiot.

Ow! Right, either
the sound girl goes or I do.

Right, fine, I'll go.

The minute I finish lunch.

Yes, to us Aztecs, the invading
Spaniards were very scary,

but the way they fought was
really unfair.

GAME ANNOUNCER: Warrior,
fight your way
through history.

(COMPUTERISED VOICE READING)

GAME ANNOUNCER: Be a
Spanish conquistador
determined to conquer

the tribes of Central America
and run off with
their treasure.

COMPUTERISED VOICE:
Spanish conquistador, selected.

(COMPUTERISED VOICE READING)

GAME ANNOUNCER:
Or, be a battle-hardened
Aztec warrior,

fearless defender of
a proud nation.

COMPUTERISED VOICE:
Aztec warrior, selected.

GAME ANNOUNCER:
Warrior! Which warrior is
mightier?

- COMPUTERISED VOICE:
Play begins.
-Ow, ow, ow...

(GUN FIRES)

(COMPUTERISED VOICE READING)

GAME ANNOUNCER: Choose
a weapon the Aztecs have
never seen before...

-COMPUTERISED VOICE: Cannon.
-(AZTECS EXCLAIM)

-COMPUTERISED VOICE: Horse.
-(HORSE NEIGHS)

Warning, smallpox virus
outbreak.

GAME ANNOUNCER: And spread
diseases the Aztec's have
never experiencded!

COMPUTERISED VOICE:
Ten million Aztecs wiped out.
Game over.

(GAME ANNOUNCER READING)

It's true, the Aztecs didn't
stand much of a chance
against

the superior Spanish weaponry,
but they stood
no chance whatsoever

against the Spanish germs.

Their bodies had no defence
against smallpox,

and it practically wiped the
Aztecs out.

Do you know, if I am honest,
I'd rather just do the funnies.

Can we not get a badger or
something to do the
serious stuff.

(MAN READING)

We Romans had enemies
all over Europe.

We couldn't understand
what they were saying

because we didn't speak the same
language. To us, when they talk,

they just sounded like,
"Bah, bah, bah..."

So we called them all
Barbarians

even though there were
lots of different tribes.

ANNOUNCER: In this week's
Danke Magazine it's our
barbarian fashion special.

Find out what's in and what's
and what's out for all the
leading German tribes.

(ANNOUNCER READING)

Red hair is definitely in!

Not only is my red hair
beautiful, but it is
also a sign of fierceness.

Plus keeping it long gives me
magic powers! How sassy!

(ANNOUNCER READING)

We Franks like to
shave our hair at the back

and have a fringe at the front.
Well, it's important to

look your best
when you're the last thing

a Roman soldier is
ever going to see.
(LAUGHS)

(ANNOUNCER READING)

Yo, yo. For a design that's

going to get you noticed
at the parties,

why not accessorise your belts,
like us Alans do,

with the severed heads
of your enemies?

Let me show you how.
Only in this week's
Danke Magazine.

ANNOUNCER: And grooming tips
you thoughtthe Burgundians
wouldn't tell.

How do I keep
my hair so glossy?

I put butter in it. That's why
I look good enough to eat. Ouch!

And there's more. I'll show you
how to keep your horse warm

with this designer Alan blanket,
made from the
skin of your enemies.

-Mm, smells good.
-ANNOUNCER: Wow, that sounds
great. Thanks, Alan.

No, my name is not Alan.
My name Frank.
I'm from the Alan tribe.

-ANNOUNCER: Sorry.
-It's OK.

And I'm Alan the Frank.

Really? No, I make the joke!

(LAUGHS) My name's actually
Helmut,

-You want to go on the belt?
I have room.
-Oh, he's hideous.

ANNOUNCER: All this and lots,
lots more, only in this week's
Danke Magazine.

(ANNOUNCER READING)

(WOMAN READING)

The answer is...

Emperor Honourius hid in his
country mansion with
his pet chickens

when Rome finally fell.
But the invading
Goths turned out

not to be as destructive
as he might have feared.

(SIGHS IN FRUSTRATION)

Oh, come on, Lucius.

Rome will have fallen by the
time you make your move.

Rome has fallen!

-What did I just say?
-The days of the Roman empire,
are finally at an end.

Now, the Goth tribes rule Rome.

-(ALL CHEERING)
-Yeah! Et cetera.

Soon, we shall be tearing down
the great buildings
of your empire,

filling it with
crudely-built mud huts.

-(ALL CHEERING)
-Although, now that
you say it out loud,

-it just feels like a waste.
-Could we not at least have
kept the Colosseum?

Yeah, I suppose we could
keep that.

The aqueduct is handy for
carrying the fresh water
around the city.

Yeah, I was going to say
aqueduct, actually, you know.

We need a fresh water supply.
We're not animals.
Is that not right, Neil?

So, we're just
tearing down the houses, then?

-Of course we are!
-(ALL CHEER)

No, no, no, no, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait. What is this?
Er, it is stone, yeah?

-Mm.
-You know, I like it.

I have an idea.
Isn't it easier just to
move into

these houses rather than smash
them down ad build new mud
ones, yeah?

So let me get this straight, we
are only going to smash the
statues, then.

-Yeah, of course, smash them.
-(ALL CHEERING)

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

You know, I like the statues,
they really hold the
room together.

I tell you what,
we're going to keep the arenas,

the plumbing, the freshwater
works, of course, the houses,
the statues

and anything else of artistic
and cultural significance, yeah?

Er, so what are you going to be
destroying then, exactly?

I tell you what we are going to
be destroying exactly.

Neil, the jug.
(LAUGHS EVILLY)

No, no, no, no, no, no,
not the big one, I like the
big one. The little one.

-(CLATTERING)
-Whoops.

(GOTHS SNICKERING)

So we're just stealing stuff?

Of course we're going to
steal stuff! But first of all...

Wow, I stin. Hot sausage!

-Who's for a Roman bath?
-Yeah!

Your face!

Goth buffoons.

Still, your go, Lucius.

(EXCLAIMS)

(MAN READING)

In Stuart times, we had
some pretty odd ways of

finding out how the human body
works.

-(KNOCKING)
-Come in.

Am I not in already?

-No, no, anything this side of
the tree is in.
-Ah, fair enough.

Ah, hello there.

-You must be my new apprentice.
-Indeed, and you must
be Dr Harvey.

Indeed I am, indeed I am.
Welcome to my surgery.

Yes, it's, um...

It's very...

It's a field.

Indeed it is, but not just
any old field,
it's a battlefield.

What? Well, there is
a civil war going on, you know.

In fact, I think the battle
should be starting any moment.

-(EXPLOSION)
-Ah, there it is.

Well, don't just stand there,
get down, you fool!

What, and miss all the action?

(LAUGHS) No, I don't think so.

The battlefield is
one of the very
best places to study

the inner workings
of the human body.

-You can't be serious!
-For example,
take this arm here.

See how the blood
runs through it. And spurts
out of it.

This entirely supports my theory
that the blood is pumped around

the body in a continuous loop,
a circulatory system
if you like,

powered by the heart,
it's absolutely fascinating.

You spend the battle
studying anatomy?

Oh, of course not, no.

No, most of the time,
ah, I like to read.

Now then, where was I?

This is madness,
I'm getting out of here.

Taking a little break, are you?
Oh, good idea.

Hm, could do with
a little nap myself.

Ah. Ah, hmm, no blankets,
that's a shame.

Oh, that's much better,
yes, nice and warm.

Sorry, chaps, would you mind
keeping the noise down?

Some of us are trying to sleep

(SOLDIERS CLAMOURING)

That's true, Dr William Harvey
really did prove

that blood circulates round the
body, from studying
the body parts

left over after
English Civil War battles.

So, a big hand for
Dr William Harvey, please.

And a severed arm
and a couple of legs!
(LAUGHS)

And if you want to find out
more about the
English Civil War,

check out this lot.

(RHYTHMIC FINGER SNAPPING)

* We are the Roundheads
We don't want kings no more

* That's why we started
the English Civil War

* People say we're no fun
But we disagree

* Especially when explaining
Parliamentary democracy!

* We are particularly excited
by notions of jurisprudence

* That's enough dullness,
we're the Cavalier crew

* Supporting King Charles
and everything that he'll do

* Puritans bore us,
it's really a crime

* When your parliamentary
business cuts
are partying time

* Roundheads, soundheads,
keep the music down heads,

* Rules and regulations led,
dull but fair

* Cavaliers three cheers,
wackier head gears,

* We live to boogie
with our peers
Unfair? Don't care!

* I am the king,
I can do what I like

* Start up a war,
or a big tax hike.

* Got a French wife,
she's a catholic

* Oh, law!

* Really King Charles,
we're not quite sure!

* Insolence! Is that how you
talk to the Crown,

* I am the King,
I'll just close Parliament down

* I'll think you find,
that's in breach of due process

* Here's what we say to that
Now clear up this mess!

* Roundheads, soundheads,
witches should be drowned heads,

* Don't believe
in crowned heads,
Parliament's our thing

* Cavaliers three cheers,
your superiors,

* We're all toffs who cry
"Here, Here"
and "God Save The King"

* Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

* Cavaliers! Roundheads!
The English Civil War!

-* Why is it called "civil"
-* May I kill you, please?

* Sure!

* Love civil wars,
to be fought on this land,

* If I get to power,
Christmas will be banned

* No chance Cromwell,
victory will be mine,

* You'll never pass a ban on
mince pies and mulled wine

* That's what you think,
just wait 'til you're caught,

* I'll also scrap theatre,
music and sport.

* Your pathetic war will finish
even before it's begun,

* We've taken Charles prisoner,
the Roundheads have won!

-Oh.
-* Victory, three cheers

* Cavaliers in tears

* No power for years,
I'm the leader of the pack!

* Charles head Roundhead,
hurrah now the king's dead,

* Sins binned,
instead a righteous track.

* But we'll be back!

* Tall tales,
Atrocious acts,

* We gave you all
the fearsome facts

* The ugly truth no glam or glee

* We showed you all
the juicy bits

* Gory, ghastly, mean and cruel

* Stuff they don't teach you
at school

* The past is no longer
a mystery

* Hope you enjoyed
Horrible Histories *