How our pals were underpaid,
That they were our pals.
And we done, 'em wrong.
Mary and Bridget are weeping.
In spite of all ballyhoo
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They are out of a job and wishing
That they had a cent or two
Out of all this fuss.
Have we done 'em wrong?
This story has no moral.
This story has no plot.
This story only goes to show
That Harvard's got a blot
That she won't wipe out,
For there's something wrong.