The Spike or Victoria College Review Capping programme 1919
Final Chorus
Final Chorus.
"The night is cold,
Alas, it matters little;
The tale is nearly—
The tale is nearly told."Should Auld Acquaintance be Forgot."
Just one more stave and the song is done—
A stave for the olden time;
One age is past, and the age to come
Is the age of the golden prime.
So praise we the men who have passed away,
Who hold to a legend bold—
Whatever a sordid world may say,
Wisdom is more than gold!
Chorus:
So when we are singing of College,
Singing the songs of old,
Think of the past,
Hold to the last,
That it's wisdom that's more than gold!
For this is the burden of the world
Which it speaketh day by day,
Though many a worldly lip be curled
With a sneer that it does not pay:
In our ears is the voice of a Mammon age,
In our hearts is a tale that's old,
The tale of our garnered heritage—
The Wisdom that's more than gold!