From The Angler’s Journal, May 1, 1886.
Three Freshers.
Three Freshers went sailing out into the street,
Out into the street for a ‘town and gown,’
Each thought of the foeman he longed to meet
And the Bull-dogs stood watching them out in the town.
Through ‘High’ and ‘Broad’ the Proctor must sweep,
And the fifth of November is hard to keep
When such myrmidons are roaming.