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Our Annual Alcoholiday.

A song of what might have happened but did not, and embodying a professorial suggestion for next year.

Air:—"The Gay Drum-Major."

Crash, bang, here we come,
Tara rara ra ra pom pom pom,
Reeling blind, but never mind,
Tara rara ra pom pom.
Easter comes but once a year,
Ushered in with pints of beer;
This is just as well, for we
All go out upon the spree,
Especially that gay dog Zedlitz!
This year sparkled with delight,
Monday found us well alight,
All were drunk on Tuesday night,
Wednesday, roaring rolling tight,
Especially that gay dog Zedlitz !
All were drunk on Tuesday night,
Wednesday, roaring rolling tight,
Especially, especially, especially that gay dog, Zedlitz !

Tara rara here we are,
Tara rara ra ra pom pom pom,
People stare, but we don't care,
Tara rara ra pom pom.
We were at the dance of course,
All the boys rolled up in force;
Freddie and our friend O'Shea
(Hudson leading them astray),
Especially that gay dog Hunter!
Oh the scandal and the fuss,
People think no end of us,
We are famous now at Coll.,
For consuming alcohol,
Especially that gay dog Hunter!
We are famous now at Coll.
For consuming alcohol,
Especially, especially, especially that gay dog Hunter.

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Tara rara, home they go,
Tara rara ra ra pom pom pom,
Whistle blows, away she goes,
Tara rara ra pom pom.
Easter is what people call
A religious festival:
Possibly the reason why
Bacchus winked his merry eye,
Especially at that dog Picken !

Picken went to see them off,
Led a haka on the wharf;
Eastertide will come again,
Find us drunk and raising Cain,
Especially that gay dog Picken!
Eastertide will come again,
Find us drunk and raising Cain,
Especially, especially, especially that sad dog Picken !

The audience is invited to locate the iceberg.

The girls will now sing a hymn.