Jolly Students.

Air: "The Mermaid."

On a bleak ugly bank at the summit of the hill,
Looking proudly down on the sea,
Where the winds are a' blowing, when the town is warm and still,
Stands the pile that is dearest to me, to me, to me,
Stands the Pile that is dearest to me.

Chorus.
While the winter moon shines soft,
Or the raging winds do blow,
And we jolly students all a-swatting up aloft,
And the plebes are a-sleeping down below, below, below,
And the plebes are a-sleeping down below.

There is learning to spare to be taken if you will,
There is play enough for all;
Of Arts, Law, or Science, we can take our mental fill,
Then retire to the joys of bat or ball, or ball, or ball,
Then retire to the joy's of bat or ball.

There are swats who with work lying heavy on their soul
Take the Coll. for a glorified school;
There are savages in hundreds who will speed the flowing bowl,
While the swats are a-swatting up a rule, a rule, a rule,
While the swats are a-swatting up a rule.

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Then join, join with me in a merry, merry lay,
To the Coll. enshrined in our heart,
To the mem'ries of works of acquaintance and of play,
To the day, far away, that we must part, must part, must part,
To the day, far away, that we must part.

So here's to the friends that at College we have made,
And here's to the faces we have missed;
And here's to the pastimes that at College we have played,
And here's to the girls that we have kissed, have kissed, have kissed.
And here's to the girls that we have kissed.

"Yes, but the girls at College are not what they used to be "—From an affidavit by Percy, in "Picken v. Students' Association."