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Sleep.

Air: "The Good Rhein Wine."

"Kind sleep affords
The only boon the wretched mind can feel:
A momentary respite from despair."

—Alzuma."

"Sleep on, you fat and greasy citizens" (with apologies to Jacques).

I.
We students have at last evolved a way of lectures utilising.
If to Profs. like ours you attention pay
It acts in a way that's most surprising.
For you shut your eyes and you hear no more.

Chorus:
In a deep, deep sleep till the lecture's o'er
In a deep, deep sleep
In a deep, deep sleep till the lecture's o'er
In a deep, deep sleep
In a deep, deep sleep with a long, long snore.

II.
To get an hour's relief from a bad toothache,
We advise mathematics lectures
No tooth could keep a man awake
Through hours of Picken's vague conjectures—
You'll forget that two and two make four.
Chorus:

III.
When Brooks has turned the heater off,
And the room is like a freezer,
Just try an hour with a Science Prof.
Or else with Brown or Julius Caesar,
And your troubles cease and you feel no more.
Chorus:

IV.
In Von Z's room for sleep one yearns,
In a way that's most pathetic
While Hughie Mac. on Bobbie Burns
Is like a dose of anaesthetic,
And you stretch yourself on bench or floor.
Chorus: