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Victoria College Students' Carnival. Concert Chamber, Town Hall. Thursday and Friday, June 30th and July 1st, 1910

Pax Vobiscum

Pax Vobiscum

"Societies we admire, but don't belong to."

Punch.

"If you value a peaceable life,
This maxim will teach you to get it;
In all things give in to your wife
I didn'tI lived to regret it."

—"Haste to the Wedding."

Trio.

(Music Specially Written by Mr. J. Maughan Barnett.)

Three ladies constituting the Peace Society.

Three ancient Britons here you see,
Embarked for Immortality;
The Olive is our family tree,
We're models of propriety.
And anything that looks like gore,
Those Norsemen dead upon the shore,
We unreservedly abhor,
For we're the Peace Society.

The woodland bow is just the kind
Of thing for those who stand behind;
But those in front must really find
The game a bit monotonous.
And certainly we must debar
The current use of boiling tar—
(It gives the system such a jar)—
Especially if it's shot on us,

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We have a faint suspicion, too,
That benders of the stoutest yew
Would get a bend on impromptu,
When pressed by foes emphatically;
And you'll agree with what we say,
That if one side has run away,
And no one's offering for to slay,
Then Peace is hailed ecstatically.

Our influence spreads far and wide,
And even o'er the Styx's tide,
For all the dead are on our side,
And they're the great majority.
It's also very strong with those
Who constitute the country's foes,
And that should tell, for Heaven knows
They speak with some authority.

The Cymri—they're the Welsh, you know—
Have made our progress rather slow,
For every maiden has a beau,
And every fellow has an axe;
And many are the fishy tales
Of men who spend their days in Wales,
Of how they live on leek and snails,
And woe betide the Sassenachs.

The Were-wolves in the Pathless Woods
Have got away with all our goods,
They don't believe in Sisterhoods,
Or set much store by piety;
And having nothing to defend,
Irrevocably we contend,
For ever, always, without end,
We are the Peace Society.