Not Princeton, Nor Any Other Halls Of Improvement
As with gladness men of old
Who, unlike to be so bold,
Took to heart the buckskin whip
Firm of eye and stiff of lip
So let us, convinced perhaps
Don our spurs and leathern chaps
If our hauberks let us down
We don't simply stop and frown -
Not for us the sulk, the pout
Or a sly drink from the spout
No! We raise the standard high
As we march in line to die
Thus, as winter's seal is sold
Unto those who harvest mould,
We survey the tundra's sweep
Firm of eye and loth to weep
Not for us the sunken brow
We are bound for Heaven now!
| Contributors: | (trad), Apsley, Roland, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 14th September 2004 by Roland. |