When Rebel Tam was in the pit
He tholed the very pangs o’ Hell
In fectin’ for the Richts o’ Man,
And ga’e nae thoucht unto himsel’.
“If I was just in Parliament,
By God!” he vowed,”They soon would hear
The trumpet-ca’ o’ Revolution
Blastin’ in their ear!”
Noo he is there, back-bencher Tam,
And listens daily to the farce
O’ Tweeledum and Twedledee,
And never rises off his arse.
(Joseph Corrie)
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