
THE CONTEMPLATIVE SENTRY.
 WHEN all night long a chap remains 
On sentry-go, to chase monotony 
He exercises of his brains, 
That is, assuming that he's got any. 
Though never nurtured in the lap 
Of luxury, yet I admonish you, 
I am an intellectual chap, 
And think of things that would astonish you. 
I often think it's comical 
How Nature always does contrive 
That every boy and every gal 
That's born into the world alive 
Is either a little Liberal, 
Or else a little Conservative! 
Fal lal la! 
When in that house M.P.s divide, 
If they've a brain and cerebellum, too, 
They've got to leave that brain outside, 
And vote just as their leaders tell 'em to. 
But then the prospect of a lot 
Of statesmen, all in close proximity, 
A thinking for themselves, is what 
No man can face with equanimity. 
Then let's rejoice with loud Fal lal 
That Nature wisely does contrive 
That every boy and every gal 
That's born into the world alive, 
Is either a little Liberal, 
Or else a little Conservative! 
Fal lal la! 
