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…BRIDGE PAPERS Of Pedantry on which is spread No butter of Good Style undue; Before one’s eyes the types unread Dance until everything is blue. ENVOI Prince, of three bads who wants the best ? Off, Granta, Cantab, and Review! Stick to the “ Mag” and let the rest Dance until everything is blue!
…w the ’Varsity is bled. It paints with unassuming red The hebdomary interview With ladies who on legs and head Dance until everything is blue! The Granta with a throbbing breast Watches, with eager passion fed, The track, the field, the statesman’s nest,” The wicket and the river bed. The evildoer comes to dread Its scathing scorn, its charges true. It makes the heart as dull as lead Dance until everything is blue. The reverend Review (suppressed The rising laugh, the smile ill-bred) Bakes for the Fellows that infest This University, a bread 1 …
BALLADE OF SERIOUS BALLADES And one day you may recollect That I always said Heaven was blue, And you owe, that your life is not wrecked, To a serious ballade or two. ENVOI Princess, it is ill superseding The old and well-tried with the new. Still, for once, lend your ear not unheeding To a serious ballade or two.
4 BALLADE OF TRIPOS FEVER You won't paint the universe blue, You won't paint the universe red, You'd better join in with us two :— “The Trip! and I wish I were dead.” ENVOI Princess, if they ever exhume, From the Corn Exchange, me, and we wed, I shall make this poor joke, with a bloom Of happiness which, I assume, You will not consider ill-bred, As we book for the Land of the Oom :— “The Trip! and I wish I were dead.”
…ers drop axes and spades, And Brandenburg labour supplies The goods. It is very unwise Your money in labour to sink. It will vanish, the blue in the skies :— But Smith’s is a permanent ink. And even the woe that invades Will pass, I make bold to surmise, Like a man who for salmon trout wades Till the water comes over his thighs.
BALLADE OF THE ONE-EYED TOUT O SOLITARY-EYED one, who Sportest a Diamond Jubilee Tie, of pure white and red and blue, Or something green, like absinthee, Or purple like a purple bee, If bees are purple, which I doubt. O product of the Varsity, Thou dear and noble! one-eyed tout! Whom dost thou cadge for? For I view With envy thy sweet liberty. Thy tie’s invariably new, Although thy face we never see _Even on Sunday changed! Ah me! That face, at which the lilies pout, That face extraordinararee, Thou dear and noble one-eyed tout. Fragrant as daw…