  (By a Well-Plucked One.) When chapel bells rang far and wide, Why did I turn upon my side, And sweetly back to slumber glide? I wonder! When zephyrs wafted on their way The fragrance of the new-mown hay, Why did I cut my lectures, eh? I wonder! Why did I moor my punt afar, With claret-cup and choice cigar, Instead of reading for the Bar? I wonder! Why did the Proctors always frown On meeting me without a gown, And ultimately send me down? I wonder! Why did the Dons all disagree With my pet views on equity, And plough me for my LL.B.? I wonder! Why am I now in chambers bare, With nothing much but debts to spare, Cash gone, and credit growing rare? I wonder! Why do no clients seek my door To profit by my legal lore? Will it be thus for evermore? I wonder! |
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