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A TALE OF TWO COLLEGES.
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A TALE OF TWO COLLEGES.
[An Echo from Cheltenham.]
She'd big, brave eyes of tender blue,
The maiden at “The Ladies' College,”
And wavy hair of some soft hue,
The maiden at “The Ladies' College,”
A mouth for love and laughter meet,
A voice for song and soothing sweet,
Her very trip was exquisite,
The maiden at “The Ladies' College.”
The maiden at “The Ladies' College,”
And wavy hair of some soft hue,
The maiden at “The Ladies' College,”
A mouth for love and laughter meet,
A voice for song and soothing sweet,
Her very trip was exquisite,
The maiden at “The Ladies' College.”
This maiden oft I chanced to see,
In days when I was at “The College,”
And yet I swear was nought to me,
In days when I was at “The College.”
Eyes were but eyes, however blue,
Hair simple hair, whate'er the hue,
If she were fair I hardly knew
In days when I was at “The College.”
In days when I was at “The College,”
And yet I swear was nought to me,
In days when I was at “The College.”
Eyes were but eyes, however blue,
Hair simple hair, whate'er the hue,
If she were fair I hardly knew
In days when I was at “The College.”
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I wooed a coy “Eleven Cap,”
In days when I was at “The College,”
Won my “twin C's” mid hack and rap,
In days when I was at “The College.”
I dreamed of class-room victories,
Of “coming through the scrimmages,”
Of “driving fours” and “cutting threes,”
In days when I was at “The College.”
In days when I was at “The College,”
Won my “twin C's” mid hack and rap,
In days when I was at “The College.”
I dreamed of class-room victories,
Of “coming through the scrimmages,”
Of “driving fours” and “cutting threes,”
In days when I was at “The College.”
Nous avons changé... years ago—
It may be ten—I left “The College,”
And other dreams more brightly glow
Than boy-dreams, born when at “The College.”
I care as much for “cutting threes,”
I like to look at “scrimmages,”
But I would give the world to please
That maiden at “The Ladies' College.”
It may be ten—I left “The College,”
And other dreams more brightly glow
Than boy-dreams, born when at “The College.”
I care as much for “cutting threes,”
I like to look at “scrimmages,”
But I would give the world to please
That maiden at “The Ladies' College.”
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