“Back to your College, gentlemen!
’Tis sad as sad can be,
These heads to break, this row to make,
In the nineteenth centurie!”
Alack! alack! the fight begins,
Ah! whom may Proctor trust,
With mighty whack his haughty back
Is levelled with the dust;
Though slightly blown, in solemn tone
Those Undergrads he cussed.