Final Chorus.

"Should auld acquaintance be forgot."

Air: "The Old Brigade."

Just one stave more and the song is done—
A stave for the olden time:
One has has passed, and the age to come
Is the age of the golden prime!
So praise we men who have passed away,
Who hold to a legend bold—
Whatever a sordid world man say,
Wisdom is more than gold.

Chorus:
So when we are singing of College,
Singing the songs of old,
Think of the past,
Hold to the last,
That it's wisdom that's more than gold!

For this is the burden of the world,
Which it speaketh day by day,
Though many a worldly lip be curled
With a sneer that it does not pay;
In our ears is the voice of a Mammon age,
In our hearts is a tale that's old,
The tale of our garnered heritage—-
The Wisdom that's more than gold!

"Men nudge each other—thus—and say,
'This certainly is Shakespeare's son,'
And merry wags (of course in play)
Cry 'Author'!' when the piece is done."

—"Bab Ballads.

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