Students' Song.

Air: "Down among the dead men."

"Let their praises be sung with an eloquent tongue to lutes highly strung."—College Song.

To the true University man let us fill,
Hard player, high thinker, wide reader, at will—
Who serves first College and after, himself,
Whose care is for knowledge and not for pelf.
Who tilts not the dye with a kindling eye,
Down among the dead men let him lie !

Here's life and luck to the College girl,
Likes she piety, tea, or Lancers' whirl;
Who risks at the net the tan o' the sun,
And "sticks" at hockey scorns to shun.
Who drains not lief till the last drop dry,
Down among the dead men let him lie !

Dance : "A very merry, dancing, drinking,

Laughing, quaffing and unthinking time."—Dryden.