One o'er an Amendment tripped, and then there were three.
Three little measures a-looking precious blue,
One met K-r H-rd-e's frown, and then there were two.
Two little measures a-trying a last run,
One of them had "special Scotch," and then there was one.
One little measure then aspired to "cop the bun,"
H-rc-rt coolly chucked it up, and then there were None!
[And then the Government went out, and Unionists had fun!