The Varsity Toast.

Tune: "Down among the Dead Men."

"Charge your glasses, gentlemen."

Here's our ladye's health and fealty!
Nor hall, nor silver, nor silks has she:
But whoso wears her colours on lance
Will lack not fame nor favour's glance,
This health who drinks not deep and dry.

Chorus:
Down among the dead men,
Down among the dead men,
Down, down, down, down,
Down among the dead men let him lie.

To the 'Varsity man, then, 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 kindling eye.

Chorus;
Here's life and luck to the College girl,
Like 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.

Chorus:
Here's a full-voiced toast to our merry men all,
Who take the field with our foemen all;
In the swelter of summer, the bleakness of May,
Club, leather, and racquet, the self-same way,
Who views not sport with a good sport's eye.