December 2011
6 posts
Respectfully dedicated by a Freshman to The Sophs.
Sing of them with sorrow, sir. With they have to borrow, sir, Rusticate to-morrow, sir Work it as they may.
Their heads are wanting sense, sir. Their pockets wanting pence, sir, Their character defence, sir, Work it, &c.
They consider only good, sir, Poor rum and stolen wood, sir, And cheating if they could, sir, Work it, &c.
“We think it is no sin,” sir, To hold...
