Our aspirations high we pitch; we’re proud and close and old;
We hold our honour very dear, our services likewise;
But ’tis a thumping sum per year most fervently we prize!
And so that we may get the more incessantly to waste,
Those blocks law students took of yore, we’re pulling down in haste;
And in their stead are running up palatial flats, wherein
Rich snobs can pose as barristers and reputation win.
Chorus (supported by all the performers).—To always take, our motto is, to give—we seldom can;
For he who gives the least, of course, becomes the richest man;
Ours is a strange morality, peculiar to the bar;