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‘Oh, what should I do there’
Oh, what should I do there,
In the lately vacant chair
Of Mr. Matthew Arnold, by the Isis stream?
Where, instead of cushat's coos
Is the plashing of canoes,
And the coaches curse the crews and the coxes scream.
In the lately vacant chair
Of Mr. Matthew Arnold, by the Isis stream?
Where, instead of cushat's coos
Is the plashing of canoes,
And the coaches curse the crews and the coxes scream.
The oars in rowlocks straining,
‘Now, Trinity, you're gaining’:
Oh, little should I hear that was worth my heed;
I should much prefer to daunder
Where the sheep and shepherds wander,
And muse, and maybe maunder, by the Tweed.
‘Now, Trinity, you're gaining’:
Oh, little should I hear that was worth my heed;
I should much prefer to daunder
Where the sheep and shepherds wander,
And muse, and maybe maunder, by the Tweed.
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