Or good, or bad, or saints, or sinners—
I bear no malice; nor would take
A leaf from any books they make;
Why then, should they, for mercy's sake,
Pursue me till my senses ache
With that relentless "Hall the Winners?"
If it were only but a few,
But "Hall the Winners!"—why, the crew
Must winning be the whole year through!
Why can't a veteran or two