Alone enjoyed day's golden glow,
Night's moonlight mellow.
"The Island-Continent! Hooray!"
Punch drinks your health in honest liquor
On this your great Centennial day,
Whose advent makes his blood flow quicker.
We know what you can do, dear boys
In City-founding—and in Cricket.
A fig for flattery!—it cloys;
Frank truth, true friendship—that's the ticket!