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're 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!