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THE LAMENT OF THE PHI BETA KAPPA.

BY L-RD B-R-N.

NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED

And I'll never, never stop,

Till I am revenged upon you,

For you said I was a cop."

The peeler's voice was sadly sweet,

Such oft is heard on Cambridge Street.

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Phi Beta Kappa's heart of oak

Trembled as if a proctor spoke.

Then they fledo'er the draw, where in safety these squealers Sang this beautiful song to the terrible peelers:

"Our dear police, our dear police,

Whose necks should all be gently wrung;

Dear guardians of the city's peace

Who hide the alley-ways among,

And pounce on boys too small to fight,

Would that thy race might end to-night."

The melody rang on the clear night air

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