Be not gulled by a proctor's plea,
Velvetty arms are for flunkies, my braves,
Why should a proctor stop our spree?
Gown! Gown! into the Town,
Ready, be ready to meet the clown,
Into them; into them; into them, Gown.
Leave your wines for a moment or so.
Double your fists for the State and the Church,
Better the purple claret should flow,
Than "La Belle Science" be left in the lurch.