AIR" Cocachelunk."

1 Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Of long nights of weary toil;
Broken and uneasy slumbers

And the wasting "midnight oil,"
Chorus-Cocachelunk chelunk chelaly,
Cocachelunk chelunk chela,
Cocachelunk chelunk chelaly,
Hi! O, chickachelunk chela.

2 Tell me not of unshorn whiskers, Of each gloomy Sophomore, Contemplating Sophroniscus, Cramming Euclid o'er and o'er. Chorus-Cocachelunk, &c.

3 Tell me not of old Alcestis,
How she carried on of yore:
She forever now at rest is,
Though she was a precious bore.
Chorus-Cocachelunk, &c

4 Tell me not of fearful pleasures

In the new Alumni Hall,

How the tutors brought forth treasures,
Hidden till Biennial.
Chorus-Cocachelunk, &c.

5 For Biennials are fleeting,

And our hearts are stout and brave; And to-day together meeting Sing we o'er our tyrants grave. Chorus-Cocachelunk &c.

PARTING SONG.

BY H. M. DUTTON, '57.
AIR-"Ellen Bayne."

1 Burthened with fragrance,
Breezes float by,
Laden with gladness,
Hours o'er us fly;
Drown we our sorrow,
In music and mirth,
This meeting may be
Our last one on earth.

Chorus-Pleasant seem our college days,
Dimmed by memory's golden haze,
Be this last their brightest phase,
Brothers of Yale!

2 Elms arching o'er us,
Glorious and green,
Mellow the sunlight,
Hallow the scene;
Fond arms of shadow,
Round us they throw,
And tell of the future,
Whispering low.

3 Brightly the future,
Smiles on us now,

A vast summer ocean,
Tempting the prow;
Leave we our dream life,
Breaking the spell,
Clasp we our armor,
Brothers! farewell.

Chorus.

Chorus.