Carmina Yalensia: A Complete and Accurate Collection of Yale College Songs : with Piano Accompaniment |
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... Tutors sleep . Chorus . 4 In Junior Year we study French ; Roberti pleads to an empty bench . When college life begins to swoon , It drinks new life from the Wooden Spoon . Chorus . 5 As Seniors we all take our ease , We smoke our pipes ...
... Tutors sleep . Chorus . 4 In Junior Year we study French ; Roberti pleads to an empty bench . When college life begins to swoon , It drinks new life from the Wooden Spoon . Chorus . 5 As Seniors we all take our ease , We smoke our pipes ...
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... tutor , ha ha ! ha ! And plague him with - Audacia . 3 And am I pleased with rosy slumber , Or have I business of my own , Excuses rise - a countless number , Which for the absence may atone ; I make a cold , or sad catarrh , Present it ...
... tutor , ha ha ! ha ! And plague him with - Audacia . 3 And am I pleased with rosy slumber , Or have I business of my own , Excuses rise - a countless number , Which for the absence may atone ; I make a cold , or sad catarrh , Present it ...
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... tutors do , ) Singing here to - day our chorus , Think we of our ponies too , Chorus Cocachelunk , & c . 8 But our cramming days are over , Gone are Balbus , Euclid , ―all ; If we can , we will recover From that dread Biennial . Chorus ...
... tutors do , ) Singing here to - day our chorus , Think we of our ponies too , Chorus Cocachelunk , & c . 8 But our cramming days are over , Gone are Balbus , Euclid , ―all ; If we can , we will recover From that dread Biennial . Chorus ...
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... tutors who gave us good schemes , Vive la compagnie ! No smashes of sashes shall weaken their dreams , Vive la compagnie ! 6 Here's health to the ladies whose beauty ne'er fad.s , Vive la compagnie ! A tutor apiece to all the old maids ...
... tutors who gave us good schemes , Vive la compagnie ! No smashes of sashes shall weaken their dreams , Vive la compagnie ! 6 Here's health to the ladies whose beauty ne'er fad.s , Vive la compagnie ! A tutor apiece to all the old maids ...
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... tutor grim , cte . 3 What bringeth he in his hand , etc. 4 He bringeth a condition , etc. 5 He bringeth it not for me , etc. BIENNIALS . TUNE . - Old Hundred . Biennials are a bore - ore - ore - j Biennials are a bore - ore - ore ...
... tutor grim , cte . 3 What bringeth he in his hand , etc. 4 He bringeth a condition , etc. 5 He bringeth it not for me , etc. BIENNIALS . TUNE . - Old Hundred . Biennials are a bore - ore - ore - j Biennials are a bore - ore - ore ...
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Allegretto Andante auld lang syne banner BASS bells bibble lolla boo BIENNIAL JUBILEE SONG blue boys bright Brothers cheer Chorus Chorus-Cocachelunk CHRISTMAS ANTHEM class of Fifty-four dear Dis cum bibble drink drive dull elms Euclid eyes Fairy moonlight farewell Fifty-nine Fol de rol friends hale hale green heard thro'out hearts heav'n heav'nly throng heigho honor Hurrah John Brown jolly Wooden Spoon Juvallera last Cigar leads the song life's Linonia little injun loud memories ne'er night o'er old mountain tree peace are heard Peter Gray Pipe of Peace PURITANI ritard rol rol round saw my leg sheepskin shool shout sing Slow reel smile smoke Sophomore SPOON SONG sunt sweet take the Wooden Teachers tear tell TENOR thee There's to-day to-night tutors Ubi sunt Upidee VIVE L'AMOUR Vive la compagnie waves WOODEN SPOON LANCIERS wreath Yale College youth
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Page 23 - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent Is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Page 50 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! SHOULD THOSE FOND HOPES.
Page 23 - Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Page 50 - Those evening bells ! those evening bells ! How many a tale their music tells Of youth, and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime. Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone — That tuneful peal will still ring on ; While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
Page 69 - Stars of the summer night! Far in yon azure deeps, Hide, hide your golden light! She sleeps! My lady sleeps! Sleeps! Moon of the summer night! Far down yon western steeps, Sink, sink in silver light! She sleeps! My lady sleeps! Sleeps!
Page 23 - Thy weary head upon this breast!" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh, Excelsior! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Page 40 - There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise ; He jumped into a bramble bush, And scratched out both his eyes : And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jumped into another bush, And scratched them in again.
Page 17 - Mid the tendrilled vines of feeling, Till a voice or a sigh floats softly by, Once more to the glad heart stealing; And roll the song on waves along, For the hours are bright before us, And in cottage and vale are the brides of Yale, Like angels, watching o'er us. "Clasp ye the hand 'neath the arches grand That with garlands span our greeting, With a silent prayer that an hour as fair May smile on each after meeting; And long may the song, the joyous song, Roll on in the hours before us, And grand...
Page 17 - Summon our band from the prairie land, From the granite hills, dark frowning, From the lakelet blue, and the black bayou, From the snows our pine peaks crowning ; And pour the song in joy along, For the hours are bright before us, And grand and hale are the towers of Yale, Like giants, watching...
Page 31 - I leaned upon the quarter rail, And looked down in the sea, E'en there the purple wreath of smoke Was curling gracefully, Oh what had I at such a time, To do with wasting care, Alas the trembling tear proclaimed It was my last Cigar.