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"Men May Come and Men May Go."

Tune :—Duet (Point and Elsit) "Yeoman of the Guard."

(Solo)
We have a song to sing O!
Sing me your song O!.
It is sung to the grief
Of a Justice chief,
Who glared at a motley throng O!
It's the song of an undergrad all gay,
Who's turn may come, though its far away,
To shake the hand on his capping day,
While he tries not to look at his ladye,
Heighdy! Andy!'
Misery me! Macadaydee!
He'll blush no blush, and he'll say no say,
As he tries not to look on his ladye!

(Solo)
We have a song to sing O!
Sing me your song O!.
It's the song of the boy
In that "beaks" employ,
Whose hair will ne'er grow long O!
It's the song of an Ostler late grown proud,
Who turned up his nose at the chaffing crowd
Of his sometime stable-mates, for he
Is the chancellor's sec and an L.L.B.
And his only care, from cram now free,
Is to step in the boots of the C. J.
C. J.! Some day!
Glorious day! Roarius day!
He'll swig no swig, for it's "infradig,"
While he stands in the shoes of the C. J.

(Solo)
We have a song to sing O!
Sing me your song O!
It is sung with a sob,
For we're losing Rob,
And we have to say so-long O!
It's a song for a genius, not a "stew,"
Whose limbs are lank as his heart is true,
Who college hops disdained to shun
Where he wooed the merrymaids everyone,
Who stuck to the desk yet loved the sun,
Who never jibbed till the job was done;
The man whom the freshmen gaping saw
As he hove his head to the second floor;
But his worth we sing and his weight ignore,
For he is our own Rhodes Scholar!
Good sort! Good sport!
Jolly good sort! Jolly good sport!
For his bays he wore and he made his score,
As a good sport should and a scholar.

"Duplex."

"Our deeds still travel with us from afar,
And what we have been makes us what we are."

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"Nothing succeeds like the success that knows how to draw a crowd."

—H. S. Merriman.