Oh! beckon not with your long arm,
Make not my thirsty heart thus warm.
God bless the College! How she there
Stands in her stately grandeur fair!
Ye twilight halls, both great and small,
Ye win me back no more at all.
And thou too, from thy gabled height,
O Carcer! see'st in vain my flight,
For wretched lodging, night and day,
A Pereat, greet thee thus for aye!