While some intoxicated are with Wine,
Others (as brutish) propagate their Kind;
Where amorous Lads to shady Groves resort,
And under Venus with their misses sport.
Some sing, some dance, some lay the Ground upon,
Whatever fails, the Iron-Work goes on.
Our Rustick Sparks (to Taverns glew'd) they stay,
And scarce can blunder home by break of Day.
Some lie in open fields: others there are
Who to their Homes half boozy do repair.
Others go home half-starv'd; Some in the way
Get Foul'd, and then in Barns are forc'd to lay.
So end the actions of this famous Day,
But not the Revel.... .....Each successive Day,
Venus and Bacchus hold alternate sway.
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SOPHOMORES DEFEAT SENIORS, 6-0