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Victoria College Capping Carnival. Town Hall Thursday, June 26, 1913

Act III.—Atlantis

Act III.—Atlantis.


Suff. We hope we do not shock
Our late converted flock
By changing our opinions in a way they'll think suspicious.

Men. Nor would we have you think
That we would ever sink
From our high state of liberty to thraldom, though delicious

Both. For we've been recollecting past delights
Up at Kelburne on those moonlit winter nights.

Chorus. When we used to saunter down the rugged hill
From the gaieties of far off Salamanca
For of these in by-gone days we had our fill,
In Atlantis for such joys we never hanker
Our hopes we anchor
To this fair land,
Here the Chancellorie speech is never long,
Years ago, just like the brook, it never ended.
The women here are never in the wrong,
And they act as sensibly as once the men did,
They're simply splendid.
They're really grand.

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Suff. We cast aside the past,
We knew it could not last,
To take our former status we've been easily persuaded.

Men. So let us now rejoice,
There's wisdom in their choice.
Our ancient air of deep content
Atlantis lias pervaded.

Both. Sir Robert meditates on students' ways
And their couduct in those ruby tinted days.


Final Chorus.

Just one stave more and the song is doue—
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 the men who have passed away.
Who hold to a legend bold—
Whatever a sordid world may say,
Wisdom is more than gold.

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 burthen of the world,
Which it speaketh day by day,
Though many a worldly lip be curled
With a sneer that it does not pay;
In our ears 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!

I don't suppose we'll do it again for months and months and months.