The Sophomores around us here
To suffer more are seen,
Than e'er they did in Freshman year,
When wearing off the green.
What makes us Seniors love them all
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As dearly as we do ?
It is because we eighty are,
And they are eighty, too.
Alas ! I am a Senior still,
Though older far than you;
For though to college I got in,
I never could get through.
I took a horse to ease my course,
And cut, - yet found it hard;
For e'er since I was registered,
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