Classic Poem

S QUARECAPS , and round, all honest boys,
May Tutors ne'er cry down your joys,
Or study, which bright Jest destroys,
Teaze ye, when mellow!
Ne S ATAN , come, with sawcer eyes,
In shape of Fellow!

No Porter, with obstrep'rous summons,
Startle your nap, with early drummings;
Be yours, short lectures, and long Commons,
To gar you cheary!
For, in this life, whatever come on's,
Let's e'en be merry,

Let all your chamber-girls be pretty,
Your chums, facete, and free, and witty;
Your Masters, not inclin'd to fret ye,
Wi' too much knowledge;
And then, mon dieu! old Dublin City,
May boast her College!