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RHYMED CHRONICLE
The Praeses has a weekly row,
I think they call it a levee,
And people say it's very fine;
I'm sure it's flat enough to me.
Judge Story's bought a horse in town;
The law school every day grows bigger;
And Sukey Lenox—I forgot,
I've told you all about the nigger.
One fellow lately came from Maine,
And now there is another comer;
And one is Upton called by name.
And t'other one is christened Dummer.
The undergraduates have made
Proposals for a monthly paper,
Which I am very much afraid
Will end in something worse than vapor.
I think they call it a levee,
And people say it's very fine;
I'm sure it's flat enough to me.
Judge Story's bought a horse in town;
The law school every day grows bigger;
And Sukey Lenox—I forgot,
I've told you all about the nigger.
One fellow lately came from Maine,
And now there is another comer;
And one is Upton called by name.
And t'other one is christened Dummer.
The undergraduates have made
Proposals for a monthly paper,
Which I am very much afraid
Will end in something worse than vapor.
I wish I had a little room,—
It makes my heart feel very sadly,
When I have so much news to tell
To crowd it up so very badly.
The folks have bolted up the doors,
And I have bolted down my supper.
My pony threw me t'other day
And very nearly broke my crupper.
Get Blackwood's Magazine and read
The story of the modern Gyges;
And if you ride a coltish steed
Be careful of your “os coxygis.”
The college servant took some books
And laid the mischief to the students,
But as it happened to be false
We thought him guilty of impudence.
It makes my heart feel very sadly,
When I have so much news to tell
To crowd it up so very badly.
The folks have bolted up the doors,
And I have bolted down my supper.
My pony threw me t'other day
And very nearly broke my crupper.
Get Blackwood's Magazine and read
The story of the modern Gyges;
And if you ride a coltish steed
Be careful of your “os coxygis.”
The college servant took some books
And laid the mischief to the students,
But as it happened to be false
We thought him guilty of impudence.
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