III
’Tis Friday: to the Guildhall
Come pouring in apace
The gownsmen and the townsmen
Right thro’ the market place—
They meet, these bitter foemen
Not enemies but friends—
Then fearless to the rostrum,
The Lecturer ascends.
’Tis Friday: to the Guildhall
Come pouring in apace
The gownsmen and the townsmen
Right thro’ the market place—
They meet, these bitter foemen
Not enemies but friends—
Then fearless to the rostrum,
The Lecturer ascends.