Victoria University College Capping Programme 1931
By the Beard of the Prophet
By the Beard of the Prophet.
By the beard of the Prophet, I've dreamed not in vain,
For my prayers have been answered to-day;
For our darling young Prince, like some cheese that I've met,
Will shortly be walking away,
Then to Mecca I'll turn, and I'll bow of the ground,
"All praise to the Prophet, the Lord of the true,
For enticing young Willie a-way" (eh-way).
That he speaks but the truth we'll gladly affirm,
But concerning our Prince we would pray,
"May the gods always keep him," we humbly implore—
"May the gods always keep him a-way."
When last week to the mosque I was wending my way,
My ha'p'ny clasped tight in my hand—
If, when life is no more, to Heaven we go,
And we find there's a Botts there as well,
We will shoulder our packs and we'll gladly depart.