“Oh, who will go to see my girl, see my girl?
Oh, who will go to see my girl, see my girl?
Oh, who will go to see my girl, when I am far away?
“Oh, who will kiss her ruby lips, ruby lips?
Oh, who will kiss her ruby lips, ruby lips?
Oh, who will kiss her ruby lips, when I am far away?
“Oh, who will squeeze her snow-white hand, snow-white hand?
Oh, who will squeeze her snow-white hand, snow-white hand?
Oh, who will squeeze her snow-white hand, when I am far away?”
It was one of those popular college songs which can run on forever, like Tennyson’s brook, and never get weary; and while Dashleigh thumped away on the mandolin and he and Dick bawled out every variation and every verse they had ever heard of or could think of, the captured freshmen were, one by one, forced to crawl reluctantly forward and honor the proprietor of “Billie’s.”