As we bore (rolling woundily)
Full in the wake of Brasenose III.
And bumped them soundly at the barges.
That night on Oxenford there burst
A sound of strong men at their revels,
And stroke, in vinous lore unversed,
Retired, if you must know the worst,
On feet that swam at different levels,
Nor knew till morning brought its cares
That, while the cup was freely flowing,