Believe me, if all those most solemn-faced dons,
Whom we’ve seen at St. Mary’s to-day,
Were to get in a body, and tuck up their gowns,
And down Market-place caper away;
They would still be adored as this moment they are,
Let their dignity fare as it will;
And at them, with wondering awe from afar,
The Freshmen gaze verdantly still.
But while they are clothed in glossy silk gown