But came out, his second year, in short coat and fancy shawl,
And treated the authorities with no respect at all.
Was seldom seen at lectures, and never dined in Hall—
This fine old Cantab as he was, all in the olden time.
So he managed to forget the trifling all he once did know,
And by a very narrow shave got through his little-go,
And then he took “a coach” with cram what brains he’d left to stow—
Arithmetic to the Rule of Three, and some Algebra, also—
This fine old Cantab as he was, all in the olden time.
Thus, loo, larks, liquor, and late hours, made time and money fly,