Almost exactly as they used to do
In 1898,
When I became an undergraduate.
"O joys whereto I went as to a bridal,
With Youth's fair aureole clustering on a brow
That no amount of culture (herpecidal)
Will coax the semblance of a crop from now,
Once more I make ye mine;
There is a train that leaves at half-past nine.
"In a rude land where life among the boys is