For tie, the colours of my school—
These are the limits of my austere rule.
But, when they'd have me swathe the clamorous tartan
In lieu of trousers round my waist,
Then they evoke the spirit of the Spartan
Inherent in my simple taste;
Inexorably I decline
To drape the kilt on any hips of mine.
It may be they will count me over-modest,
Deem me Victorian, dub me prude;