On the Tories—they’re doing the country harm.
I’m also possessed of a spell, you’ll see,
To strengthen limp Libs, who’ve gone weak at the knee;
The time-serving Rat and the envious Viper;
And they call me Wandering Willie the Piper.”
And here they observed that he carried his pipes,
This man of the breeze-blown Galashiels stripes,
And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying,
As if impatient to be playing.
But the Big-Whigs looked just a little bit cool,