And hole without a name,
From many a low and filthy haunt
The mob of blackguards came;
From populous St. Aldates,
Swarming with noisy brats;
St. Aldates on whose house tops we
Have often heard with ecstasy
The sweet nocturnal melody
Of melancholy cats.
Here follows a long and detailed description of a “Town and Gown” row; the sudden appearance of the “Proctor,” with the policemen, the hasty flight of the undergraduates, and their safe arrival home.