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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—Fal, lal, la!
 * How Nature always does contrive—Fal, lal, la!
 * 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 dull M.P.s in close proximity,

All thinking for themselves, is what
 * No man can face with equanimity.
 * Then let's rejoice with loud Fal lal—Fal lal la!
 * That Nature wisely does contrive—Fal lal la!
 * 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!

Strephon's a Member of Parliament!
 * And carries every Bill he chooses.

To his measures all assent;—
 * Showing that fairies have their uses.
 * Whigs and Tories
 * Dim their glories

Giving an ear to all his stories— Lords and Commons are both in the blues: Strephon makes them shake in their shoes!