Five little Unionists, valiant as before,
Tried their luck at Glasgow, and then there were four.
Four little Unionists, bumptious as could be,
Had a shot at Northwich, and then there were three.
Three little Unionists, looking rather blue,
Thomas Russell left them, and then there were two.
Two little Unionists, feeling rather done,
Joe cut a summersault, and then there was one.
One little Hartington, sitting all alone,
He joined the Tories, and then there were none.