And I never wish to see alma mater in the lurch, sir,
I’d leave to all dissenters what wisdom left before, sir,
For, give them all they ask, restless souls, they’d still ask more, sir.
CHORUS.
Our compact’s a stranger to violent extremes, sir;
’Tis wisdom and temp’rance; with mildness it teems, sir:
But as old father Time no edifice ere spared, sir,
In due season, when it wants it, let the structure be repair’d, sir.
CHORUS.
I worship no idol when I say that I’m devoted,