Senior Division.
I.
If you ever go to Spain
It will rain, and rain again;
And you never will come back,
If you're left upon the rack.
II.
I sat upon a hod,
In my hand there was a clod,
And I threw it at a crow—
An old one I trow.
III.
I stand on the bridge, and the waters dance by,
For my lady I look o'er the lee;
I gaze down the stream, for by London at length
Is the solitude broken for me.
IV.
There lived a fair young woman
Whom an old man sought in vain,
It was under rocks by vale and hill
That she wandered on amain.
V.