The clock strikes twelve, so let us to our work.
Think of the fame that will to us redound,
And so be up and doing,
(They raise a ladder, and mount to the cupola of Harvard Hall.)
(Enter WATCHMAN and TELL.)
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WATCHMAN (sings).
When the busy-plotting Freshman ain't conniving,
ain't conniving,
On some deed he hopes will make his name sublime,
name sublime,
Or to do some noisy action is n't striving,
is n't striving,
I love to hear the merry midnight chime,
midnight chime.
When the Sophie is n't holding a potation,
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