^J 9u %%X<^ VI ^ n ^i 'a a O / .P^ w IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I 1^4 12.8 |50 ™^B 2.2 2.0 1.25 1= U 111.6 Photographic Sciences Corporation // .// IATi:i{. 30ciety of the The i)\d College rises wlicn the free winds sport their wili Dear Ahua Mater standin^^ half way up the hill ; l.overl of Oiii" boyhood, and \vc lovi,', we love lie- still, And shout licr Jubilee. CHORl'S, — Glory, glory, shout we Alma's worth (ilory to the sons that she is sending forth. May they be the honour and the pride of the eartii, And triumph as they go. Come we over mountains and from rivers far away, TTonic^ besides the ocean, and from fields of dying day, Laughing, shouting, roaming as we did of old at i')lay, To shout her Jubilee. ClIORl'S. l'\)ld us once nifjrc fondly to thy l)Osi)in white as snow, Feed us wine and kisses aiul then bless us ere we go,. Parted till the air of Heaven o'er us blow, / . the final Jubilee. Chorus. . W. Nevers . W. Fleming . J. Good JNUNC EST BIBEXDUM. 1. " Nunc est bibenduni frati-es," since once again we've mot. As vigorous as ycnmgbay trees, a right good jovial set ; "Nunc est bibendum fratres," as oft we've done before, I'or well we know " Esprit-de-vie" kee])S up '*esprit-de-C(Ann'. '" Ciiouu.s. — Then here's to Alma Mater, a bumi)er let us pour, Kejoice within our ancient halls, toiind ourselves once more. 2. What tho' we've left our homes, boys, and all we there hold dear, We ne'er shall spend, where'er we roam, such hap})y days as here; What though we've left ourdarlings, won't absence lend its charms, And the months fly l)y like starlings, to restore us to their arms. 3. Our governors, so discerning, sent us here to store our minds With hiads of classic learning, and various other kinds ; We'll teach them " ipsis factis," and what more do they need. Than the rules reduced to jjractice, remembering what we r-jad. 4. X(t\v ulio's so ind 'iK'iidt'iit us within oui' walls urv we, AN'licn iiiirtli has th»! ascciuh-nt, and all its sonj^ an. When first our f^-ood friend Flaccus, oxults in many a lint' ; Sweet X'eiius and old IJacchus, young maids and mellow wine, And the oM Ovidius Xaso, — for so the st(»ry goes — J)erived his namt; and grace C) from a jolly hig red nose. 0. "Ariston men hudor, boys," cries I'endar, as w«! see, But I'll but in days of yore, boys, "Hud(»r"' meant "eau-de-vie." " iJos hemin hudor O I'ai," the bokl Anacreon cries, And lu' was nocol l-water boy, or else tradition lies. 7. Mow these are the fairest samples of the lights of other days ; We'll follow their oxami)les hh a lantern to our ways. " Dum vivanuis vivamus," while time and strength allow, For soon old age w^ll tame us, so keep the steam up now. AL31 A MATKR O. We're gathered now my classmates, to join our parting song, To pluck from memory's wreath the buds which there so sweetly throng ; To gaze on life's broad ruflled sea, to which we quickly go. But ere we start we drink the health of Alma Mater 0. Chorus . Oh ! Alma Mater O, Oh 1 Almf; Mater 0, But ere we start we'll drink the health of Alma Mater 0. No more for us yon tuneful bell shall ring for morning prayers, No more to long Biennial we'll mount yon attic stairs; Our recitations all are passed — Alumnus-es you know, We'll swell the praisee long and loud of Alma Mater O. Chorus. /-/- We go Now g But bu There'' Hither And I Unite( I'or " \ ( Then b ■ For joy Our ch The m< Ohl K llurral Away ( Dar's Vy All up Still loi A 11 d( Oh ! d Far frc istant day. low w iiic, u-do- vie. icr days ; low, low. p parting there so ickly go, iter O. Plater 0. morning tairs; Ju know, ter O. We go ti taste the joys of life, like bubbles on its tide, Now glittering in its sunbeams, and dancing in their pride; But bubble^like they'll break and burst, and leave us sad, vou know, '{'here's none so sweet as memory of Alma Mater O. Chorus. ITither we came ;vith hearts of joy, with Joy we now will part, An«l give to each the parting grasp, which speaks a brother's heart ; ITnited lirm unpleasing words, which can no brv^aking know, For " Wanianites " can ne'er forget their Alma Mater O. Chorus. Then brush the tear-drop from your eye, and happy let us be ; For joy alone should fill the hearts of those as blest as wo, (,)ur cheerful chorus, ringing loud, we'll give before we go. The memory of college days and Alma Mater O. Chorus. Oh I Alma Mater 0, Oh 1 Alma Mater 0, Hurrah ! hurrah 1 for ccliege days and Alma Mater O. OLD FOLKS AT HOME. Away down upon de Swanee river, far^ far, away, Dar's where my heart is turning ebber, dar's where the old folks stay ; All up and down de whole creation, sadly I r.yara, Still longing for the old plantation, and for de old folks at home. Chorus. A 11 de world am sad and dreary, every where I roam, Oh ! darkies, don't your hearts grow weary, Far from de oM fo Iks at home. /776-? ^ All round de little f 'rni I've wandur m1, when I wixa youn'^, Don many hai)py days I HuMandtM-oil, ni my de s )n.^'s I >^un^', \V!ion I w.iM [jlayiti^' wid tny hro'Jj'T, hippy \vn I, Oh ! take mo to n.y kind old mother, dar lot me live and dio, CnoUiM. ' . One little hut amonj,' the hushe.'', one dat f love ; Still sadly to uiy memory rushes-, no matter where I rove, When will I see de bees a humndnj,', all n und de eond), When will I hear de hanjo tuning', down in dat good old home. ClfolUJ (Ml, wli«l Wh.ii 1 Allie r.f Oh. wIm Allie 11 Oh,wli' Allie I •*^*..; CLIMBING, CLIMHIiNG, CLIMBING. "" t^vtjiy the hills a maid doth dwell, T"i%jtrer til an the roj thee l^ffrttiLf, n* fairy belle, ^i'roinmorn till enii evenmy s4cio«c» Chouu.s. CUimbiny, climhinj,', elimbin;^ Over the mountains hi.nh • ■ - C'Hmbinj,', Climbing., CUimbin.,' Over the mountains high - - - Over the hills she comes to-niyhl My bve so sweet and fair Her eyes are bright with laughing light. The moonlight glints her hair. ('lIH' ho)t"»V c:l■^t-of^l)cV)t^ ? (Tor ) Wlit'ii [ ;ini far away. Allio r>azau, Mori^MU, M:iry Mcl'ann. ('li, who will s(iuee/oher snow-white hand? sniAv-whito hanh, there was Henry Gleason, now a millionaire ; Curly Rob and Whitey B,)b, there living on the air; All merry boyish comrades, recdllecthjns bring, All seated there in Duffy's cart on summer niglits to sing. CiroHUS [for verse 2] Little Fraud, little fraud, she's the daintiest darling of all, Little Frau^I, little Fraud, Oh, the daintiest darling of all. ^ CllOKUS. • / : >'' Oil, a merry little inahlcn, so nobly ncnt jukI coy, A smiling up at DufVy's cart u|H>n Iht Nweothoart boy ; It made a Jealous feellni;, a «|Ul<^t piece* of chafl ; lint all In play It died away and ended In a liiU|i;h, Oh, there was fjarry Thompson was a chum of mine, Ficmmy Kn'cr and Sandy (ireer, they died In forty-nlno, All merry boyish eomrmb's, reeolleef Ions brinj,', All sealed thrre In Diiily's rart on sinnmer nif^ht.s to sln-x. riionrs.] T 1 1 1: II K I s A T A V i: a \ i > r 1 1 1: ro w n . Tliere is a tavern in the town, in tlie town And there my tiue love sits liini down, sits Irini "i'(>nle, I Mm anon in the villa;,'e Dare thn'ad on the tail <)' my Chorus. Mush-mnsli mnsli-tu-ral-i-ad-dy Sin;^' jMush mush mush tn-ral-i-a There was nn'er a ko^^hooJi in the villa;.'o i)ared thread on the tail o' me coat. Oil, 'w.m thire that 1 larned all me courtin' ()' the lessDiis I ink in the art Till Cjipi'' th*! I»lai.k;^uard while sportin' An arrow dhruv htrai.^ht through me heart. Miss.ludy O'Conncr, slie lived forninst mo An' tinder lines to her 1 wrote, ]f ye dare say wan ha»'d word a^'iu' her I'll thread on the tail o' yer ' Ciiouus. {Repent (nut two lints of mdi arx.) Mush etc. But a blackj,aiaril called Micky ISIaloney Came an' stole her atleetions away Fur he'd money an' 1 hadn't any So 1 sent him a challenge nixt day. In the A. M. \ve met at Killarney, The Shannon we crossed in a boat, An' I latheied him wid my .shillaly Fur he trod on the tail o' me . Chouus. Oh, me fame wint abroad throu^di the nation An' folks came a tlockin' to nee An' they cried out, without hesitation " You're a rightin' man, Billy McGee !" Oh, 1 claned out the Finnigan faction An' I've licked all the Muriihy's afloat If you're in fur a row or a raction Jist ye jhread on thj tail of my . (^Houi;s. i 8 MCSOKLKY'S TWIXM. Arrah! Mrs. McSorlcy had line purty twins, Two lat little divels they were ; Wid .sliqnallin' and bawlin' from niornin' till nii,'lit; It would deafen you T do declare ; lie me sow), 'twas a caution the way tliey would sclirame, Like tlie blast of a fisherman's horn, Says MeSorley, ** Not one blessed hour have I shlept. Since thim two little divils was born. Cjiorus. Wid the beer a/id the whiskey the whole blessed nij^ht, Faith, they couldn't stand up on their pins, Such an auillegant timo at the christenin' we had; Of McSorley's most beautiful twins. Chorus. Pays Mrs. McSoiIey, " A christenin' we'll have. Just to give me twodailin's a name'? " Faith, we will " says MeSorley, '• sure one they must get, S mething grand to be course for that same" Vliin for god-mothers, Kate and Mag Murphy stood up, And for god-fataers came the two Flynns ; Johanna ^Nfaria, and Diagnacious O'Mara, Were the names that they christened the twins- Thin Ml And slH Saysoh That da The Mc And Mi Tliey fov And tht V Chorus. When th(; christenin' was over the company began, Wid good wliiskey to fill up their skins ; And the neighbours kem in just to wish a good luck To McBorley's most beautiful twins. Whin ould Mrs. MuUins had drank all her punch, Faith, her legs wouldn't howld her at all ; She fell flat on her shtomach on top av the twins. And they sot up a murtherin' shq uall C I Chorus. 9 night, ilfl .selirame, «hlept, ;ci nigli(, ad; Thin Mrs. McSorloy jumped up in a rage, And she threatened Miss Mullinses' life; Raysold Denny Mulling "I'll bate the firsht man That dar lay a hand an me wife I" The McGanus and tlio Geojjhans, they had an ould grudge, And Mag Murphy pitched into the Flynns ; Th(\v fought like the divel, turned over the bed And they sh aLhered the poor little twins. * GOOD-BYE, MY LOVER, GOOD-BYE The ship goes sailing down the bay, Good-bye, my lovrr, good bye ! We may not meet for many a day, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye ! My heart will ever-more be true Tho' now we sadb' say a-dieu ; O itisses sweet I le.ave with j'ou, Good-bye, my lover, good bye ! jy must get, ood up, an, hu-k h, 7 i CiroKrs. The ship uoes sailing down tho bay, Good-bye, my lover, good-byt- ! ' Tis sad to tear my heart away ! Good-bye, my lover, good bye! I'll miss you on the stormy deep, Good-bye, my lover, good bye ! What can I d(» but ever weep ! Good-bye, my lover, good bye ! My heart is broken with regret ! But never dream that I'll forget; I lov'd j'ou om-e, I love you yet. Good-bye, my lover, good-bye ! Chorus. Then cheer up till we meet again. Good-bye, my lov«'r, good bye ! I'll try to bear my weary pain, Good-bj'e, my lover, good bye! Tho' far I roam across the sea. My ev'ry thought of you shall bo, Oh, say you'll sometimes think of me, Good-bye, my lover, good bye Chortts. / 10 OLD GRIMES. Old Grimes is dead— that good old man - We 'ne'er shall see him more, He used to wear a long black coat, All buttoned down before. His heart was open as the day, His feelings all were true His hair was some inclined to gray, He wore it in a queue. Kind words he evw h.ti for all, He knew no base design ; His eyes were dark, and rather small, His nose was aquiline. Unharmed, the sin which earth pollutes He passed securely o'er. And never wore a. pair of boots, For thirty years or more. He modest merit sought to find, And pay it its desert ; He had no malice on his mind. No ruffles on his shirt. His knowledge hid from public gaze. He did not bring to view, — Nor make a noise town meeting days. As many people do. Thus, undisturbed by anxious cares, His peaceful moments ran ; And everybody said he was, A fine old gentleman. DEAR EVELINA, SWEET EVELINA. Way down in the meadow where the lily first blows Where the wind from the mouatains ne'er ruffles the rose ; Lives fond Evelina, the sweet little aove The pride of the Valley, the girl that I love. Ci Dear Ev^ Dear Evj She'^ Aadl In til And Evell Tool The And $ '4 11 Chorus. Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina, ray love for the can never never die Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina, my love for thee can never never die. She's fair aa a rose, like a lamb she U meek, Ajid she never was known to put paint on her cheek, In the most graceful curls hangs her raven black hair, And she never requires perfumery their. Chorus. Evelina and.I one fine morning in June, Took a walk all alone ])y the light of the moon. The pKnets all shone, for the heavens were clear, And I felt round the heart most tremendously queer. Chorus. Three years have gone by, and I've not got a dollar, Evelina still lives in that green grassy hollow, Although I am fated tonivrry her never, I've sworn that I'll love her forever and ever. Chorus. THE SPAIVISH GUITAR. i When I was a student at Cadiz, ^^ I played on the Spanish Guitar ching ! ching ! If I used to make love to the ladies, I think of them now when afar ching ! ching ! Chorus. Ring ! ching ! ching ! Ring ! ching ! ching ! Ring out ye bells, Oh, ling out ye bells, oh, ring out ye bells ! Ring ! ching ! ching ! Ring ! polling ! ching ! Ring out ye bells As I played on my Spanish guitar, ching ! ching ! I'm n» longer a student at Cadiz But I play on the^Spanish Guitar ching ! ching ! And still I am fond of the ladies. Though now I'm'a happy papa' ching Inching ! Chorus, .fig / 12 JINGJLE BELLS. Dafching thro' the snow, Tn a one-horse open sleigh ; O'er t\ni tiehJs we go, Laughhii? all the way ; Bells on bob-tail nag, Making spirits briglit; What fun it is to ride and sin^', A sleighing song to-night. Cnouua. Jingle, beUs ! jingle, bell ! Jingle all the way ! Oh I what fun it is to ride. In a one horse open sleigh ! A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a ride, _ And soon Miss Fannie Bright, Was seated by my side, The horse was lean and lank ; Misfortune seemed his lot ; He got into a dr*>adful bank, And there we got ups|^ Chorus. ( 1 C Now the ground is white ; Go it while you're young ; Take the girls to-night, And sing this sleigliing song, Just get a bob-tail'd bay, Two forty for his speed ; Then hitch him to an open sleigh. And, crack ! you'll take the lead. Chorus, IN THE MORNING BY THE BRIGHT LIGHT. I'm gwine away by the light of the moon. Want all the childreii for to follow nie ; I hope I'll meet you darkies soon, Hal-le, hal-le, hal-le-lu-jah ! So tell the brothers that you meet, Want all the children for to follow nic ; That I will travel on my feet Hal-le, hal-le, hal-le, luvl-le-lu-Jah m 13 C'lIOFlUS. In the morning, morning by tlie briglit light, Hear Gabriel's trumpet in the morning! (Jo got a m.'iteh and ligiittliat lamp, Want all tlieciiiUut a lor (o ToIIow me; Ard show me the way to the Baptist camp, Ilal-le, hal-le, hal-le, hal-lr-lu-jah ! We'll have bcel-steak and spare-rib stew. Want all, the children for to' follow me ; And nice boiled onions dipped in dew, Ilal-lc, halh', hal-le, hal-le- lu-jah ! Ciioiu's. I'll take my old banjo along, Want all the children for to follow me; In case the boys should sing a song, }lal-le, hal-le, hal-le, hal-le-lu-jah ! For no one lias to pay no faro ; Want all children for to follow me; So don't forget to curl your hair, Hal-le, hal-le, hal-le, hal-le-lu-jah ! ClIORTS. T LIGHT. noon. le 1- TAi\Gi:i>iT, COTANGENT. There wai a professor in New York d'd dwell, His name was Lounis, we knew him quite well. He wrote a big treatise on angles and lines. With chapters on spheres, surveying and sines. Chorus. Sing tangent, cotangent, cosecant, cosin, Old from cones cut by plane that passed thro" Made all kinds of tii,ares that ever he knew ; Some round like an apple, some sh- i ed like an egg; Some rounded like sandhills some pointed like pc^.s. Chorus. Singui'lgin, focus, disrectrix, and curve. 14 In Fredericton once a poor student did dwell, The first in nls claws we all liked him wtU ; He drank some cold conies, supposing 'tw is Mine, And screeched as ho died, " I'm choked by a^sine." Chorus. Sing tangent, cotangent, cosecants cosine, Beware, then, of sines, now, my classmates, I pray, And follow not tangent but the straight forward way; And, then, by plain sailing your port shall be made, In a harbor of rest, by no mortal surveyed. Chorus. Sing Tangent, cotangent, conscant, coSine, Cii| Till 1.1. Dr WHERE, on WHERE. {A ir. — Hebrew Children. ) Where, oh where, are the verdant Freshmen ? Where, oh where, are the verdant Freshmen? >\here, oh where, are the verdant Freshman ? Safe now in the Junior class. They've gone out from Elliot and Storer, They're gone out from Elliot and Sto-er, Tiiey're gone cut from Elliot and Storer, Safe now in tlie Junior Class. Where, oh where, are the jolly Juniors, (Ter) Safe now in the Senior class ; They've gone out from Analytics, (Ter) Safe now in the Senior class. Where, oh where, are the stately Seniors, (Ter) Safe now in the wide, wide world ; ■% They've gone out from Galbrath and Hanghton (Ter) Safe now in the wide, wide world. Rye and bye we'll go out to meet them, (Ter) Safe now in the wide, wide world. 15 dwell, 'tw Id Mine, ' by .'rsliie." le. SMOKE, SMOKK, AWAY. N(>t a drum waH heard, not a funeral note, Afi his corpse to the rampart we hurried, No*^^ a soldier discharged his farewell shot, O'or the grave where our hero we buried. lates, I pray, forward way- all be made, ' 'ed. ue, eshmen ? eshmon? JShman ? rer, •er, ir. Chorus. Then smoke, smoke away, till the golden ray, liights up the dawn of the morrow ; For a cheerful cigar, like a shield in the war, Drives away dull care and sorrow. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the strnggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. Chorus. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet, nor in shroud we wound him, But ho lay like a warrior taking hia rest, With his martial cloak aiound him. Chorus. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow. But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. CHORU-ii. (Ter) Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame, fresh and gory We carved not a line we raised not a stone, But we left him alone in his glory. Chorus. ■«, (Ter) anghton (Ter) , (Ter) POLLYVVOLLY DOODLE. Oh, I went down south to see my sal Sing " Polly Wolly D.^odle " all the day, My Pally am a spunky gal, Sing " Polly Wolly Doodle " all the day. 10 Cuouus, yju-ewell I 1' ewell ! Farewell ! my fairy fay oil, I'm off to Tiouisana for to see my Suwy Anna, Singin;,' " l*()lly WoUv Doodle " all the day, Farewell ! Farewell ! Farewell ! my fairy fay, () Fmotf to Louisana f.>r to Kee my Snsa .Vi.na, Singing " l*olly Wolly Doodle " all the day. Oh, mv Sal nlie am a maiden fair, Sin-,' " Polly Wolly Doodle " all the day. With curlv eyes an'' laii<,'hin<,' hair, Sing '• Tolly Wolly Doodle " all the day. C'houuh. Farewell ! Farewell, etc. Oh, I ctvTne to a 'iver and I couldn't get across. Sing '' I'olly " etc. I jumped upon a nigger an' thought he was a hoss, Sing *' Polly " etc, (J H OR us. Oh, a grasshopper sat on a railway track, Sing '^' Polly " etc. A-i)ickin' his tuth wid a carjiet tack, Sing " Polly " etc. Chori's. Oh ! I went to bed but it wasn't no use, Sing " Polly *' etc. My feet stuck out for a chicken roost, Sing "Polly "etc. Chortts. Behind a barn down on my knees, Sing" Pretty girl 1 chanced to meet, Heigho, heighr^ heigho. <.'HORrs. Ivig-a-jig-jig and awaj' we go. Away we go. Away we ga, J vig- a- jig-jig and away we go, Heiglio, lieigho, heigho, Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, Kig-a-jig-jig and away we go, Heigho, height*, heighc. Said I to her " what is your trade " heigho, h-^igho, heigho, heiglio, Said she to nie. " I'm a weaver's maid," heigho, heigho, heigho. Chorus. liig-a-jig-l'ig and away we go. etc. HOIST UP THE FLAG. igh 'Twason a Sunday morning, the Yankee frigate lay, Swinging at her anchor, way down beyond the bay. The man upon the look-out, upon the mast head high, Said, " There's something on the ocean like a house upon the sky. ChokUs. Then .Ae'll hoist up the flag, and long may she wave, •Over the Union so noble and so brave. We'll hoist up the flag and long may she wp'"e, Over Annexation as it stumljers in the grr \ e. The Ca]>tain took his telescope and look i.'i o'er the blue, And turning to the sailors he told them something true; "The thing that we see cominj is like a turtle's back, It is the rebel *■ monitor " the iron " Merrimac." Chorus. 18 The Captain stood on the quarter deck his cheeks were jale wii ra^'c. And tinning to the sailors in tones of thunder says: " My men are stout and loyal, and l)y me they will stand, And before we'll haul our colors down, you may sink us and! damned." ClIOKl'S. Our decks were cleared for action, our guns were pointed true*, But still the rebel monit«jr came sailing o'er the blue; And on slie kej)! a-coming, till forty yards apart, When she sent a ball whistling that pierced through many a hcaii Chorus. If FOOTBArL SOi\G. It's little we care for the bruises found. Upon the hard and stony ground, For while we're living', we ^•tilI are bound, To follow that bully football. Chur'Js. Oh, we'll kick her over, or rip the cover, God help the poor fellows that fall ; ■^Phey must taVe their show for a bruise or so Who follow the bully football. The kickera are all in their riv^al rows. With scarlet capw and scarlet hose : The word is given, and off she L'oes, And up with thu bully foolball. Chokus. And now, as the opening line deploys, In silence kick, and hold your noise ; And whenever a fist can reach her, boys, Then hammer that bully football. Chorus. And wlien the last over, the tvve^tty gain. We s will stay at home. Wh'^t will the President do with«)nt us, F(»r so very long a time, Jveally, Oentlemen, this is disgr;\ceful. Where do you get your manus sign. VIVE LAMOUR. T,et every good fellow now fill up his glass Vive la cumpagnie. And drink to the health of our glorious class,. Vive la campagnie. Chorus Vive la, Vive la, Vive Tamour, Vive la, Vive la, Vive I'amour, Vive I'amour, Vive Pamour, Vive la campagnie. Old M AUil \\'\- His colli For hit For ho Ani' all In theij lint M; For ho ( For h. He i>ul Tut on And tl And tl And tl Their j And tl Butth^ When Perfec When Each ' Andt' When Whei Atth For ^ Butt Gave Gav( f 21 i: V A M I I'J A :\ n it m est. (AlU : " Tiinynif, CoMtujcnt,'') Old M arose oiu- Hue nioiniii;^' in June, And liis ('(mntenuni.'f looked uh nerene as tlie nu»on ; His condition wan Ki'>'»ouH, hi.s heart it was guy, For he had a c\hhh to examine that day. Chohih. For he haf the clasH walked into the room, In their pncKets were shirks, tiny looked dark as the tomh ; Jiiit Manu.i he smiled, as he looked on the gi'^'ind. For he knew that he'd soon Mcatter hot sliut around. CuoRi'rt. For he knew that he'd huou scatter hot shot around. He pulled out hiM tumblei- with paprrs therein, Put on his goj^'yles, and nd'hed at his chin ; And the fhmior elans tremhled when these n\otio i\n they saw. And they tried to reinemer M. Kepler's Hrst law. Choruh. And they tried to rememher M. Keploi's first law. Their Astronomy pas'ed from their brain like the winil, And their Optics, likewise, had left them behind : lint the last stroke of all was the i,'reatest by fur. When he brought out liisrij^id intlexiblo bar. Chorus, Perfectly >iyike to son;.'s we've sung before. In good old by- gone days. Chorus. We'll smoke to Alma Mater's name; She loves the cloud we raise ! For well she knows the *' biggest guns " Are in the coming days. Chorus. We'll smoke the tinK;s, the good old times, When wp were calle.i U) fiir .' Their lij/ht shall blaze in mewiory, Till the lamp of life expire ! Chorus. Then let each smokinf,' pipe be broke, Hurrah for cominir days ! We'll take Ji march, a merrv march, I'o meet the coming days. 24 AULD LAiVG SYJVE. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never broughf to mind? Should auld ac(iuaintance be forget, And days of Auld Lang Syne ? Chorus. For Auld Lang Syne, my dear, For Auld Lang vSyne, We'll take the cup o' kindness yet, For Auld Lang Syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fire; But we've wandered many a weary foot, Sin Auld Lang Syne. Chorus. And here's a hand, my trusty frien', And giv's a hand a' thine; And we'll take a right guid wilHe naught, For Auld Lang Syne. Chorus, GOD >AVE THE QUEEX. God save our gracious Queen, Long live our noble Queen, God eave the Queen. Send her victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God save the Queen. Thy ckoicest gifts in store, On her be pleased to pour, Long may she reign. May she defend our laws, And ever give us cause. With heart and voice to sing, God save the Queen.