face unknown to whis-kers. A coat de- void of skirts. O! a coat de-void of skirts, sir, A
coat devoid of skirts, O! a coat devoid of skirts, sir, A coat de-void of skirts.
2 On knowledge was I bent, sir,
For learning I did pant,
So, to College I was sent, sir,
To see the Elephant.
O! to see, &c.
3 The animal is "some," sir,
I've scrutinized him through,
From trunk to tip of tail, sir,
I rather think I'll do.
O! I rather, &c.
4 O College is the place, sir, For jollity and fun;
For four years take your ease, sir,
Repent when you have done.
O! repent, &c.
5 But now old Yale, I leave her,
To breast the waves of life,
I'm going to serve my country,
And sport a pretty wife.
O! and sport, &c.
6 When I get into business,
And count my numerous boys, I'll send them to old Yale, sir, To taste to her bunkum joys. O to taste, &c.
THE BLACK BRIGADE.
Words and Music by DAN. D. EMMET. By permission.
someting rong a brewia'; Hy-ro! we go! We're on the brink ob ru-in;
THE BLACK BRIGADE. (CONCLUDED.) 43
We're de Brack Brigade, Why don't ye let her rip? Jeemeses Ribber Massa Gree-ly, O!
les char tæ, Ubi sunt Bien-ni- a les char- tæ, Professor - i- bus pa bu-lo e runt, Professor - i- bus pa - bu-lo e- runt,
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