And when they have nailed us, cry “Pay me, sir, pay!”
So unless we give bail,
We’re lugg’d off to jail;
But since I’m now up, were I summon’d next minute,
I’d laugh, drink, and sing, look cheerful and gay,
And shew what the head of a Bencher has in it,
Who has passed the ordeal of Whitewashing Day!
We no longer are green, and our sprees are recorded
By men who have suffer’d too much to forget;
With hope they were gull’d, and with promise rewarded,