Cold, wet, or whatever the day,
And still, with a voice of a ludicrous crack,
He croaked the "Wirer's Lay."
"Wire! wire! wire!
While men to their lectures fly,
And wire! wire! wire!
Where the Turl runs into the High!
It's O, to be the Vice,
Or a Prince in his cap and gown,
It's O, to be able to pay the price