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LINES ON THE NEW AND OLD BOSTON HOSTELRIES

We wondered where they'd hold them now

The lovely brawls of autumn;

You know the big pre-football row

Where chorus girls blackbottom.

AND LINES WRITTEN IN DISILLUSION

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And now we know they've all pitched in

To make our merry-merry.

So he who's not as rich as sin

May well do hari-kari.

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