He, the bearded man from Harvard;
She, the maiden false and fair.
And the student murmurs something
So extremely to her taste,
That a sound of kissing follows,
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And his hand steals round her waist.
From a swathed-up mummy near them
Comes a deep and hollow groan,
As it rises, turns, and plunges
In the white and seething foam.
'This an old and truthful adage,
"Fellow-tradesmen can't agree."
Swells of ocean play the mischief
With the swells who go to sea.