Victoria University College Capping Programme 1931
When the air's like wine in sunny weather,
And the winds blow cobwebs from the brains;
When Latin's folly and Law's terror
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 swerve!
Be it hockey-stick or oval leather,
Or skiff or racquet, rod or gun,
Here's luck to the sport we've had together,
For the 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.