Hard recitations, or a Knot.
Ty problem, which we can't untie,—
Our only shirt hung out to dry,—
A chum who never pays his scot,—
Such ills as these we value Nott.
O, cherished *****! learning's home,
Where'er the fates may bid us roam,
Though friends and kindred be forgot,
Be sure we shall forget thee Nott.
For years of peaceful, calm content,