And made voluptuous music, too, I guess,
Till o'er the midnight air a wild cry pealed:
"The cops, - they come - they come!" the leader's white lips squealed.
The peeler came down like the wolf on the fold,
And the words that he uttered shall never be told;
But the blows of his billy were felt near and far,
On the nose of each gentle Phi Beta Kappa.
Like the leaves of the blue-book when Semis are here,
The Seniors stood thick, full of learning and cheer;
Like the leaves of the blue-book when Semis are o'er,
The Seniors were scattered this "marker" before.
For a devil incarnate was loose on the blast,
And shillalied the back of the man who was last,
As the Seniors' winged feet beat a quick pit-a-pat,
To the tune of the peeler's loud "Get out of that!"
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