In the gloaming, oh, my Proctor,
Think not bitterly of me!
Tho’ I tripped you up instanter,
Left you prostrate, and was free.
For my diggings were quite handy,
Five bob more could never be;
It was best to floor you thus, sir,
Worst for you, but best for me!
A. Haskett Smith.
University College, Oxford.