Any bruise that you gain in the course of your toil,
Buzz her in!
The Matron will rub with St. Jacob his Oil,
Buzz her in!
And the fellows will cheer when you stop a hot drive—
Thronging round the Pavilion like bees near a hive;
And your name in our annals for ever will thrive—
Buzz her in!
If attention be paid to such details as these,
Buzz her in!