The "Let Us Drink" Ers

The House it stands foreboding on the hill:
The House for which poor students foot the bill:
All day some cram for every subject known,
The rest essay to imitate the drone,
While in the minds of all seeds of revolt have grown.
We have had enough of lectures and of swotting we.
No more books, and no more "pracs" let Weir be rid of misery
(Though swollen boarding rates belie the broken-down amenities).
Let us swear an oath, and keep it like the girls we find.
In frozen Weir's confines to live and lic reclined
On Kelburn Hill like Gods together, careless of mankind.
For they lie beside their nectar, and the dead marines are hurl'd
Far below them in the bushes, and their hands are tightly curl'd
Round their golden bottles, whence the alcohol is swirl'd:
Where they drink in secret, bending over card-filled hands,
Dice and poker, crown and anchor, pitch and toss, and slippery Sam,
Drunken sprees, and smuty jokes, and cursing lips, and smoking ghang.
Surely, surely, women are more sweet than toil, the wh . . . .
Than labour in the foetid studies, science, arts and law;
O rest ye, brother residents, degrees we'll pass no more.

Venny Sox.