Quot Anni Tot Colores.

Tune—The Wearing of the Green.

Oh! have you heard the very latest colours of our choice?
How Johnstone tried to stem the tide and Prouse raised up his voice?
How the ladies and the "Murphys" in solid rank were seen?
How they waved aloft their banner of gold and olive green?

Chorus.— Oh! gold and olive green,
Oh! gold and olive green,
We'll wave aloft our banner of gold and olive green.

No longer festive students will disport maroon and blue,
The chocolate and golden is a prehistoric hue;
Our hat-bands may no longer support the dread V.C.,
But our colours are impressive in family history.
Chorus.—Oh! gold, etc.

And though the long ancestral line of our successive change
To our conservative ideas appears a trifle strange,
We'll change our colours with the times like Liberals stout and brave,
And with the innovators join our patriotic stave.
Chorus.—Oh! gold, etc.

But when next generation wants to change our green to pink,
We hope the Students' Meeting will adjourn awhile to think.
For vet'rans keep their old love, and will hold in mem'ry green
The banner of the battles which in golden times have been.
Chorus.—Oh! gold, etc.

Then the present, past, and future will gather with one will
In the Hall that is abuilding on Salamanca's Hill;
And we'll give a toast together to Profs, and Students keen,
Who have upheld the honour of our ancient gold and green.
Chorus.—Oh! gold, etc.