When Rebel Tam was in the pit
He tholed the very pangs o' Hell
In fectin' for the Richts o' Man,
And ga'e nae thoucht unto himsel'.

'If I was just in Parliament,
By God!' he vowed,'They soon would hear
The trumpet-ca' o' Revolution
Blastin' in their ear!'

Noo he is there, back-bencher Tam,
And listens daily to the farce
O' Tweeledum and Twedledee,
And never rises off his arse.