And was always on the books of the porter at the gate,
Like a fast young Undergraduate, all of the modern time.
(Chorus)—Like a fast, &c.
These rooms so fine were hung about with boxing-gloves and sticks,
Wherewith when Town and Gown was cried, he floored the snobs like bricks;
And there he often used to sit, and his gin-and-water mix,
For he was also partial to the flooring of his lips.
(Chorus)—Like a fast, &c.
His custom was, when drunk, to go to Barnwell in a fly,
With Poll and Kate to joke and flirt, and that continually.