Devils' Chorus.

Chorus: Toorilooriloo, toorilooriladdy.
Satan: Make him rue his sins,
Pop him in the furnace.
(Then a man begins
To feel he's in Avernus.)
Teach him how to cook,
Make him join our revels,—
Lots of fun at last
For black and shiny devils.

Chorus:
Nick: Place for frying souls,
Do 'em by the drayload;
That's the reason why
None of us are haloed.
Here is certain proof
We are pals of Pluto's:
(Drat this cloven hoof!
It's hard to walk on two toes!)

Chorus:
Satan: Mephistopheles
Always was a warm 'un.
I am here because
I became a Mormon.
Gave me quite a start,
Coming down to Hades:
Nearly broke my heart
Parting from the ladies.

Chorus:
Nick: Do you see the Frog?
One of the Port Charmers,
But he looks his best
When he's in pyjamas.^*
Watch and see him smile.
I would give a tenner
To have him on the rack
Frying in Gehenna.

Chorus:
Satan: We will never have
Such a roasting time at
Any other place
Or any other climate.
But time is flying fast
(Can't you hear it tickin'?),
So give our kind regards
To Professor Picken.

Satan's Reminiscences.

"Gymnasium rule No. 18: No women students are allowed in the gymnasium after 5 p.m."

"Do the professors fear the happening of some scene such as is depicted?"

Kind friends beware the silken mare
Beset with subtle scheming;
With crime and bloodshed everywhere,
And here and there blaspheming.
Ourselves we made our chief delight
The moral code perverting;
In fact, you see us here to-night
For flirting, flirting, flirting!

Nine days we fell,—on awkward fall
Through fathomless abysses;
It seemed a shame to come at all
For merely stealing kisses.
I suffer still from nervous shock,—
It's somewhat disconcerting
To catch it hot—like Amy Bock,
For flirting, flirting, flirting!

One man prefers to beat his wife,
Another hatches treasons;
My friends are here for taking life
And other paltry reasons.
Above I shocked my maiden aunts,
And found it most diverting:—
I don't suppose they had the chance
Of flirting, flirting, flirting!

I think I fairly earned my fate,
For when I could I kissed, 'em:
Though do not seek to emulate
My fascinating system.
But if you do, my last advice
Admits no controverting,
Variety is very nice
In flirting, flirting, flirting!

Final Chorus.

Air: "The Old Brigade."

"Should auld acquaintance be forgot."

Just one stave more and the song is done—
A stave for the olden time:
One age 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 may 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;
Tn our cars 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!