Luce Festa Concinamus Laureatos Invene.

"I grant you, pretty fellows,'—Henry IV.

Air—"Our Noble Selves.'

Come pledge we deep the heroes of the fight
Who took the weight of learning's weary bad,
A chorus for the victors in the fight,
The man who never faltered on the road.
There's a wondrous combination, I declare,
Of pretty, and of witty,
On the slate.
We all agree there's none that can compare
In knowledge with the College
Graduate

Of scholarship they've reaped in quite a store,
For Jenness went and scooped the double trick;
This champion of 3 B has got a score,
That Auckland and Otago couldn't lick.
We've a light'ning conductor who's a dream,
A scholar, who can coller
Chemistry.
So watch for his beat when he gets up steam,
Instructor and conductor
Of the glee.

And don't forget that scholarship of "Eich,"
Who owns the broadest smile in all the land,
The epic bard of sausages and "Spike,"
Whose hockey cap inspires the German band.
Now fill to Mac a bumper to the brim,
A bumper, that's a thumper
Celebrate.
To Muses on Parnassus, drown the brim!
We owe it to our Poet
Laureate.

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Then pledge a canny Scot who served his time
A twelve months' hard as "sub" to "Spiky Bill,"
And Barnett in his mathematic prime,
And Fair who neatly husbanded a spill.
But none of those we sing will e'er surpass
Our Billy, surnamed Gilly,
In our sight,
Though, sad to say, he now prefers., alas!
His Melbourne to our Kelburne
On the height.

There's Murphy, our debater, from the South,
Whose tongue is india-rubber on the spree,
And Fitz who won the contest of the mouth
Against the best in all the 'Varsity.
There's an Irish fascination in their speech,
Debating or orating
In the fore;
There's not another pebble on the beach
When Barney with his blarney
Takes the floor.

But many are the graduates to come,
The Beagle and the steady-going Bee;
So many that we cannot mention some
Whose glory it delighteth us to see
In silken decoration of the hood.
Our duty to the beauty
Of the girls,
Who lead the van of learning as they should,
This dancy and entrancing
Set of pearls.

Before we go let's pledge what might have been,
A school of law we hardly can surmise!
For Salmond came upon us as a dream,
Or nightmare, but to vanish from our eyes.
It was Salmon grat-i-a at his exam.
So cautious, almost tortious,
With his pass;
But famous far as Isis and the Cam,
More spicy far than Dicey,
In his class.

So pledge we deep the heroes of the fight
Who took the weight of learning's weary load;
A chorus for the victors in the fight,
The men who never faltered on the road.
There's a wondrous combination, we declare,
Of pretty and of witty
On the slate;
We all agree there's none that can compare
In knowledge with the College
Graduate.

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