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Victoria College Capping Carnival. Thursday, June 27th, 1912

Interval. — Capping Songs

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Interval.

Capping Songs.

Suprema a Situ.

Oh! you may have heard before
Of a certain windy mound,
With the houses perched on cliffs
On the minimum of ground;
Where the streetways are so wide
Two can walk them side by side,
It's the first and foremost city in New Zealand,
Free land, Zealand!
It's the first and foremost city in New Zealand.

The Empire City see
Upon the hills beside the sea,
Though you search you cannot get a
City site that's any better
Than the site on Lambton Quay.
No Christchurch plains for me,
The ocean's wave I love to see;
Though Auckland may be Eden,
And Paradise Dunedin,
Yet Wellington will do for me.

O! the mob that there abide,
Cosmopolitan they are;
Though they nearly all are Chows,
Or are members of the Bar,
Though they lost their Lead in Art,
Baillie's boosting up the mart.
They're the first and foremost people in New Zealand,
Free land, Zealand!
They're the first and foremost people in New Zealand.
The Empire City see, &c.:

In the month of April last
They got Labour in for Mayor,
And though Biss was Wright for votes,
His lop-sided ways were clear.
Oh! the leading lights so shine
That the natives all opine
It's the first and foremost city in New Zealand,
Free land, Zealand!
It's the first and foremost city in New Zealand.
The Empire City see, &c.:

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To-Morrow

Undergraduates we are
Still swatting for Degree;
We let no trifles worry us,.
We may get through—to-morrow.

To-morrow! To-morrow!
We may get through to-morrow.
When all the Profs, are pensioned off
We may get through—to-morrow.

V.C. has a football team
(Oh, let us shed a tear!),
And their chief aim in life is this:
To win a match—to-morrow.

To-morrow! To-morrow!
To win a match to-morrow;
And though it may be by default,
They'll win a match—to-morrow.

College men are asking for
A better Common Room;
The Council blandly promise them
It shall be theirs-—to-morrow.

To-morrow! To-morrow!
It shall be theirs to-morrow.
The room the women use to-day
Shall be the men's—to-morrow.

The Heretics have formed a Club
(No! No! You must not smile!),
Just read the list of officers,
And see the joke—to-morrow.

To-morrow! To-morrow!
You'll see the joke to-morrow.
Such "martyrs" in a noble cause
Will see the stake to-morrow.

All Workers should be covered against Accident by Employers. Call and see the Standard Insurance, Featherston Street, behind Kirkcaldie and Stains, about it. Tel. 186.

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While Tramway men went out on strike
The City Council smiled,
But when the strikers asked for terms,
The Council said "To-morrow."

To-morrow! To-morrow!
The Council said "To-morrow.
The one-horse 'bus will suit us Well,
We'll settle terms—to-morrow."

Massey and McKenzie fight,
And imprecations hurl;
Meanwhile the public wonders if
They'll do some work to-morrow.

To-morrow! To-morrow!
They'll do some work to-morrow.
When they are tired of touring trips,
They'll do some work—to-morrow!

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Sports Chorus.

"Oh, for a beaker full of the warm south.!"

When air's like wine in sunny weather,
And the breeze blows cobwebs from the brains;
When Latin's folly, Law's a tether,
And the blood goes dancing through the veins,
Then hey! for where your fancy races,
Away from the city's stifling grip,
To the playing fields and open places—
And let the world of toilers slip!
Then here's to the long white road that beckons,
The climb that baffles, the risk that nerves;
And here's to the merry heart that reckons
The rough with the smooth, and never swerves!

Be it hockey stick, or oval leather,
Or skiff, or racquet, rod or gun,
Here's luck! for the sport we've had together,
For chances lost and battles won;
For the wicket true, and field in fettle,
And the man who's safe for a tingling catch;
For the losing team that shows its mettle,
And the man who wins his heat from scratch.
Then here's to the sportman's road that beckons,
The climb that baffles, the risk that nerves;
And here's to the merry heart that reckons
The rough with the smooth, and never swerves!