Ten Liberal Unionists, kicking up a shine,
One went to Burnley, and then there were but nine.
Nine little Unionists, weeping o’er his fate,
Another went to Ilkeston, and then there were eight.
Eight little Unionists, trusting still in Heaven,
Fought a fight in Cornwall, and then there were seven.
Seven little Unionists, still up to tricks,
Had a fling at Spalding, and then there were six.
Six little Unionists, fresh and all alive,
Sent a man to Coventry, and then there were five.