7 JUNE 1969, Page 9

A party that was

CHRISTOPHER HOLLIS

0 Herbert, in thy days of old Ye aye would rule the roost in style, And if a fib or two was told Ye told it fairly with a smile. How blithely wad ye bide the stour On a' the airts the wind can play, And keep the murmuring votes secure Nor e'er forget election day.

Now blow for blow they canna gie Blank are the benches o' the House And thoughts ungentle now maun be Untinged with any grain of Nous. For some are daft, and some are raw And some the laugh of a' the town. I took my pick amang them a' `Ye are na Herbert Morrison.'