YOU must wake and call me early, call me early, Filcher dear,
To-morrow 'ill be a happy time for all the Freshman's year;
For all the Freshman's year, Filcher, the most delightful day,
For I shall be in for my May, Filcher, I shall be in for my May!
There's many a hot, hot man, they say, but none so hot as me;
There's Middlethwaite and Muggins, there's Kane and Kersetjee;
But none so good as little Jones in all the lot, they say,
So I'm to be first in the May, Filcher, I'm to be first in the May!
I read so hard at night, Filcher, that I shall never rise,
If you do not take a wettish sponge and dab it in my eyes: