A Skating Song. irge. More than two-thirds of their number were the field. A SKATING SONG. Ho, weary lads! Let’s off for sport— Another happy day— Let’s have a skate, and from its fort We’ll drive dull care away. The crystal pond is frozen o’er With glassy ice quite clear, Let’s leave the barren, bleaky shore— What need have we to fear ? We’ll don our tasseled skating caps. Our guards and sweaters too— And then no kind of 11 Hockey ” raps Shall give a cause to rue. We’ll “ craclc the whip ” and “ do the roll,” “ Cut stars ” and make ” grapevines,” Or drive the “ shinney ” to its goal, Right through each other’s lines. The lassies, too, will grace the scenes Of these cold, dismal nights; And in the silv’ry pale moonbeams They’ll look like fairy sprites. The frosty winter’s breath invites — Come now, then, college men— We’ll celebrate with icy rites Till summer comes again. ” I’m a roaring lion, wife,” said he Who long had lingered at the bar; When she remarked: “It seems to me A razzled, howling jng-uar. “ Oh, would I were a bird !” she sung, And each disgusted one Thought to himself the wicked thought, J. E. S., ’97 — Exchange .
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