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The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 9

Scene 3.—A wild Moor—Midnight—Fairies, Prin., and Prof, variously dressed

Scene 3.—A wild Moor—Midnight—Fairies, Prin., and Prof, variously dressed.

Fairy Queen.

All hid by haze, from mortal gaze, our sports we'll follow free,
page 5 And a single star shall shine from far to light our jollity.
From twelve o'clock, till crow of cock, we'll have a joyful spree,
The Prin. as de'il, the Prof, shall reel, and each join in a glee;
For this is law, that a song or saw, each shall sing or say to me.
You fairies, then, shall play the men—I'll play Kate Kennedy.

(Sings)
Drink, then, to Kate in brimming bowls! let joy and mirth abound!
And sing till Prof, and Prin. shall scowl, and all the plain resound.

Will-o'-wisp (dressed as Prof, and playing with dog):
Here Wisp! come here, you idle dog; please, sir, to show a trick.
Jump in the pond, you little rogue, and fetch me out my stick
Preserve the C.G. of your trunk—keep vertical your snout;
There! see how nearly you have sunk, because my rules you scout.
Hey! what a funny kind of squeak—'twas "Will," with a slight lisp;
Now, when you've really learned to speak, you'll call me Will-o'-Wisp.

Fairy as Officer. Profs, wha will in Latin. pray: Profs. wha ne'er a smile betray: ope the gates and clear the way—Comes Kate Kennedy. Profs.

wha noise and rant forbid,
Wha calmly close the pious lid, Ireland once your brains out-did,
Teste Bursary.

Profs.

arrayed in sable hue,
Wha look sae glum, and wise, and blue—a fig will buy degrees from you,
Fiddle-dum-D. D.

Fairy as Fourth Year.

Sweet Kate! tho' nursed beneath the frown of bobbies, and professors sour,
There blooms not, to the summer sheen, a fresher or a fairer flower.
My joy, my dear consoling Kate!—I wish the Profs, you'd rusticate.
My Bejant days were green enough; in fact, I think it strange
That four short years should work in me so wonderful a change.
Once on a time, I thought the Profs, were beings half divine,
That fed upon ambrosia, and nectar drank for wine.
But now—

[Here the de'il, in anticipation of what was to come, makes a most desperate struggle, and eventually breaks the spell.