Victoria College Students' Carnival. Friday and Saturday, 29th & 30th June, 1906
"But I do it! It revolts me, but I do it." —Mikado.
On the old clay patch at Kelburne
Looking eastward to the sea,
There's a tennis court wants fixing,
And it's there you ought to be;
For the Council's got no money
So it's thus we pay our way—
Can't you hear old Dixon calling,
"Come and graft on Saturday!"
On the Salamanca road
While the dray tips up its load,
Can't you hear the shovels scraping
And the swung pickaxes play?
On the Salamanca road,
Where hard labour's a la mode,
You can see the navvies doing time
On every Saturday.
And the Council came approving,
And the Profs. they raised a team;
And the Premier as we cheered him,
Struck a monetary seam;
And with a smile and a shovel
Unearthed six thousand pounds;
So all things went on gaily
In the Salamanca grounds.
No place for cuffs and collars,
And your boots needn't be too clean;
What you want are hob-nailed bluchers,
And sundry togs that "have been";
For Bothamley's not supervisor,
And we haven't come here on parade,
And a pick and long-handled shovel
Constitute our stock-in-trade.
So whether you're Arts or Science,
Or a gentleman at large;
Whether lank or lean or sturdy
We won't give you in charge,
So long as you raise a blister,
So long as you earn your salt,
On the old clay patch at Kelburne.
Till the whistle goes for "Halt!"