Hello! Didst hear me call? No? Well
And cease from plotting mischief for a time
And say, thou knave, why dost thou take
In planning ever some new deviltry
To plague Freshmen withall ? Take thou
Go get it filled with cider, fresh and sweet,
Por I recall there was a cider scrap
Last night. Go get it filled, and do not let
Thy footsteps wander till the errand's done
The Soph takes the cup, but stops to say.)
Wander till the errand's done ?
That I will, in search of fun!
Hey, Sir Senior hypocrite!
Thou, I trow, art little fit
At the Sophomores to rail.
RuMor tells a pretty tale
Of the deeds done here before
When thou wert a Sophomore.
Say, and canst thou not recall
Scenes enacted here that Fall ?
Go and search thy memory,
Answer thou this truthfully,—
Where's the evil that we do
That we did not learn of you ?
Aye, Sir Senior hypocrite!
Thou, I trow, art little fit
O'er the Sophs a judge to sit.
: What impudence to chide a Senior so,
Nor his estate respect; but cease and go
(The Soph departs upon his errand.)
Now must I wait until he back returns.
The graceless knave, such disrespect to
And yet forsooth he speaks in part the t
A merrier Soph than I ne'er wore a mas
Nor plied the rod to save a Freshtnan ch
Such Freshmen too, Great Caesar! t
green.
How well I do recall a song we sang,—