The Spike or Victoria College Review Capping programme 1919
Goodbye
Goodbye.
"So stand to your glasses steady,
For this is a world of lies.
Here's a glass to the dead already,
And here's to the next that dies."
Come on
Stokers!—Bless my
soul,
Shake it
up, for we're
short of
coal.
Why! Old
Nick will be
wanting me—
We're to
toss for the
job you see!
O, I must have
work and I
guess I'm the
guy
(
Pardon me) to be
boss on
high!
So long to
daylight! It's
great to
die!
Buck
up, don't
worry.—
Good-bye,
Good-bye!
Ah! I have
poured in
youthful ears
Words that will
wake in after
years;
Burned is my
body, and
scattered my
bones,
Truth will be
able to
sum my
groans!
I've
failed in
much I've
tried to
mend,
I've
raised the
dickens—but
heaven send,
I
make a
brave Socratic end,
I've
done my
dash.—Good-bye, Good-bye!
I have done
nothing I
would undo,—
Don't wait
parson, for
you'll turn
blue
Ere
I repent. Avaunt! Adieu!
Cheero! Chin
chin.—I shall
eat my pie!
Or
take my
gruel! Past
by the
bye—
My
love to
Semple Able
-Smith Street
Temple—Good-bye
Good-bye, Good-bye!