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HEN 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!