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VC '48 '49 40th!: a compendium of songs: Vassar traditional and shows, pop and folk songs. II. Do you remember these?

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1988
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Gau-de-a—mus i-gi-tur, ju—ve-nes dum su—mus:
Post ju—cun-dam ju-ven—tu—tem, post mo—les-tam

se-nec-tu-tem,

Nos ha—be-bit hu—mus,

nos ha-be-bit hu-mus.

U-bi sunt qui an—te nos in mun—do fu-e—re?

Va—di—te ad su-pe—ros, trans-i-te-

U-bi jam fu-e-re, u-bi jam fu—e-re.

ad in-fe-ros,

Vi-ta nos—tra bre—vis est, bre—vi fi—ni-e—tur:

Ve—nit mors ve—lo—ci-ter, ra-pit nos a-

Ne-mi-ni par—ce—tur,

Vi—vat A—ca-de-mi-a,

Vi-vat mem brum quod-

ne-mi-ni~par-ce-tur.

tro—ci-ter,

vi-vant Pro—fes-so—res,

quae—li-bet, Sem-per sint in flo-re,
semeper sint in flo—re!

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V4vant et mu—li-e-res,
Be-nae, la-bori-o—sae,

Vi—vat et res-pub—li—ca, et quae il-
Vi-vat no—stra ci—vi-tas, Mae—ce—na—
Quae nos hic pro—te-git

Pe-re-at tris-ti—ti-a
Pe-re—at di—a—bo-lus, qui—vis an-ti

At—que ir-ri—so-res,

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, pe—re—ant o-so—res,

at-que ir-ri-so-res!

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a-ci—les, for-mo-sae,
Dul-ces et a-ma—bi-les,
bo-nae , la-bori-o-sae!

lam re-git:

, quae nos hic pro-te-git!

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Let us all be joyful now

While we're still around - (repeat)
After youth, fertility
After that, senility

Then we'll li-ve in the ground (repeat)

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WHERE, OH, WHERE

Where, Oh, Where are the verdant Freshmen? (3 times)
. . . .Safe now in the Sophomore class.

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‘ ,§ . . . .Safe now in the Sophomore class.
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’ I / They've gone out from Dickey's Music

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3. Where, Oh, Where are the dnmken Juniors? (3 times)
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They've gone out from Lockwood's English, etc.

4. Where Grave Old Seniors,
Safe now in the wide, wide world,
They've gone out from their Alma Mater



Safe now in the wide, wide world.

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’ ' Fling the banner wide! O'er the towers
v let it wave. And as we march comes the sound of
singing, T'hrough the valleys ringing. Let the
echoes resound - send back the sound Of the ever
swelling chorus: Hail Alma Mater, Oh Vassar

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VASSAR IN BEAUTY DWELLING

Vassar in beauty dwelling Through all the

changing year; Hail to thee, Mighty Mother,
Lovely, serene, austere. Praise we thy bloss'ming
springtime, Rose red thy June we praise;

Crimson and gold thine autumns, Crystal thy winter
days.

Vassar enthroned on beauty, Glad in thy gates
we throng; Mother of all our dreaming, Lifting
to thee our song.

Glorious do we behold thee, Gleams on thy
head a star; Thine eyes survey undaunted
The flaming worlds a—far. Long are thy
dreams, 0 Mother, Dreams are we taught of
thee; Touched with thy sprit's beauty,
Kindling our lives to be.

Vassar enthroned on beauty, Glad in thy gates
we throng, Mother of all our dreaming, Lifting
to thee our song.



 


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PEACE I LEAVE WITH You

Peace I leave with you, my peace I giV€ Unt0 YOU‘
Not as the world giveth, give I unto you. . _
Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give Unt0 YOU-

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HARK, ALMAMATER

Hark Alma Mater through the world is ringing,

The praise thy grateful daughters bring to thee.
O thou who dost hold the torch of truth before us,
‘A cross thy lawns we hear the magic song.

'Tis Vassar, our beloved Alma Mater,

That stands for ever fair and high and strong.

As we, thy children, pass from out thy portals,
To scatter far and wide the seeds of right,

May we be girt with pow'r and inspiration,

And worthy be to raise the loyal song.

'Tis Vassar, our beloved Alma Mater,

That stands for ever fair and high and strong.

Joyous a host come thronging, Alma Mater,

All seek the wisdom thou dost ever give.

With rev'rence may they take thy name up on them,
Send down the years the never ending song.

'Tis Vassar, our beloved Alma Mater,

That stands for ever fair and high and strong.

 


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Eather Time

Father time is a crafty man

And he's set in his ways

And we know that we never can
Make him bring back past days

So Vassar, while we are here
Let's be friends firm and true
We'll have a gay time

A happy play time

For we all love to play with you.

'49

The cry of brave '49ers was

"Golden days must be here."

And though they all might have mined it,
To-day you'll find it — right here.

So at the end of our searching,

A round of praise is in line,

For all the memories of Vassar

And for the class of Forty-nine!

'48

Together with our spirits high

Our only limit's the sky

So Sing The Vassar Class of '48

Tho’ small in size we'll take the prize
For we're the best and the last class
In this college to accelerate.

Ever since 1861 the rose and grey has .
Never been outdone

So let's renew our cheers for you and
Once again celebrate

Vassar Class of '48



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YOU HAVEN'T STARTED TO LIVE

Words and Music by Joan Weisman
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If you haven't known the ways of smoky cabarets,
Or gambling dens wnere wine and women give,

You haven't yet begun,

To know what's really fun,

You haven't started to live!

known the lures of short, but gay amours,
nk you've trained a temp'rate heart,
You'll fi t at you've been wrong,

Home's no where you belong,

nd virtue is just a lost art.

If you haven't
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You may contend that it's tragic for the soul,
That there's no end where there isn't any goal.

But fun's a passing bliss that you so often miss
It slips right by like water through a seive

So catch it on the fly, before it passes by,

You haven't started to live.

"You Haven't Started toéflive"
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If you haven't known the joys

of grownup girls and boys

Who're gone a while and then come back to live,
You haven't yet begun

Supporting everyone,

You haven't started to give!

If you haven't spent a thou

Upon their wedding vow,

Their honeymoon and soon their baby's crib,
You haven't known the glee

Of total bankruptcy,

You haven't started to give!

You spend and spend.

They have babies you adore,
But there's no end..

They just kepp on having more.

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But l¥g¥{s-a passing bliss

That you so often miss.

It slips right by like water through a sieve
So tell thaose kids byhy:”8Y£_uVE“

Before they bleed you dry.

You haven't started to give,

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THIS ISTHEDAYWEGOHOME

THIS IS THE DAY WE GO HOME!

AFTER WE VE GOI‘ OUR DIPIOMAS

SHOW US THE WAY TO GO HOME.

The cry Of brave forty niners
was ‘GOLDEN DAYS MUST BE NEAR‘
AND OUR CELEBRATION OF THIS GRADUATION
HAS MADE IT A GOLDEN DAY HERE!

GONE ARE THE LABORS

FOR Fs AND As

GONE "LOVE THY NEIGHBOURS"!

GONE ARE THE DAYS

WE USED TO WONDER WOULD IT

EVER BE TIME TO GO HOME

FROM TENNESSEETO TACDMA

WHO HAD A DIME TO CALL HOME?
THOUGH THEY ALL MAY HAVE MINED IT
TODAY YOU LL FIND IT RIGHT HERE
SO LEND US THE WHEREWITHAL

TO PAY THE FARE, WITH ALL

SPEED WE WILL PAY IT BACK, DEAR.
GONE ARE THE NO 1362

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N JUST THINK OF OH» THOSE
~_ WONDERFUL NIGH'I‘S
WE RE GONNA SPEND ASLEEP
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-.-‘ ‘,1 SEEKING A WAY TO GO HOME
, 3 NOW AT THE END OF OUR SEARCHING
‘f A ROUND OF PRAISE IS IN LINE
... .,. .. FOR AN INSPIRATIONAL, SUPER SENSATIONAL, EDIFICATIONAL TIME
no GONE ARE THOSE PAINFUL
4,,’ ' BILLS IN ARREARS!
"4, GONE THOSE DISDAINFUL
2,“: SLAP HAPPY YEARS
WE SPENT INSISTING IT WOULD
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‘gr’: WISHING THAT WE OOULD GO HOME \I
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3. =' WE DIDN T KNOW HOW TO MEASURE

’ ,1 THOSE FOUR YEARS OF PLEASURE
~ AND TREASURE OUR LEISURELY TIME!
' WE DIDNT KNOW HOW TO MEASURE

THOSE FOUR YEARS OF PLEASURE

' AND TREASURE OUR LEISURELY TIME!

 


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I CAN SEE YOU Mart‘ Rueéebksh

I can see you every night :Aw\eqDH
Just close my eyes and hold you tight gr|_q°
I'll always follow wherever you go "°V'*'°"“*Y

Do you love me or don't you know?

I always want you by my side

The beat of my heart made me decide
Darling come back and see this through
I'll always go on loving you.

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SPREAD IT AROUND

when I was a baby my mother told me

"Art for art's sake is a good policy",

I took her advice and soon after I found
You should throw your bread upon the waters,
Spread it, spread it around:

So many have lines long enough to hang clothes
But when I kiss I don't know where the nose goes.
So I have devoted my life to my art.

Men are fine, that's if you have the time to
Spread it, spread it around:

Damuist, expressionists the cubists and impressionists
Are all in for1s of art.

Eurrzalism gets me, but art never lets me

T379 time off to spend on my heart.

Now art is Just fine for the ballet brigade,
And men who know have said that I could be made
In thetzer, in opera, in any big town

Art's for all so g_*v your all for art,

Spread it, spread it around:

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Senior Party. Spring 1947,,

Here we are together,

Together on our honey-moon;

Who cares about the weather,

All we‘ll do is spoon, and soon,
Surrounded by people,

We're still allalone,

No more courtin' on the telephone.

Now that life - expectancy

Is reachin' eighty-five,

That's not the real expectancy
That keeps our love alive,
Two-thousand eleven

We‘ll still bill and”coo.

Can't go on without lovin' you.

CONEY, CC.\'E‘.’ ISLAND

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That's the place for me
Where bathing beauts in briefest suits
Never see the sea

Every red hot mama

With her sugar dad

Strolling down the boardwalk
Flirts with every lad .
Junior wants some ice cream
Mother wants a tan

Daddy wants a dancer

Sister wants a man

How about some pop corn?
Come and see the babes
Where the hell's the ocean?
Haven‘t seen a wave‘

Coney, Coney Island

That's the place for me

Now listen kid I‘ve been around
I‘ve been kinda giddy

In Atlantic City

But it's still Coney Island for me.

 


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MAGNOLIAS IN YOUR EYES mumc B.‘/3
I can be the bravest man
In a cavalry or ten
I can face a whole brigade without
a rise. But my heart within me balks
And I cannot even talk
When I see magnolias in your eyes

I have kept the upper hand

with a savage pirate band

I have made my way through armies

in dusguise, But I cannot save myself
When I see magnolias in your eyes.

I could live a year or two

In the depths of he bayou

I could kill an octopus of any size

I can do most any feat

But my boldness must retreat

When I see magnolias in your eyes.

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We have steered our bikes with skill
Up and down on Skinner Hill

Nearly fast enough for an Olympic Prize
Now we jog a little ways and

we're limping several days

still we've got magnolias in our eyes.

With Miss Mosscrop and MIss Timm

We did cartwheels int he gym

At lacrosse and soccer got our exercise
But our swayback further curves

With arthritis and pinched nerves

Still we've got magnolias in our eyes.

Vassar Devils took us much

To the Drug and to the Dutch

Th we'd eat two pizza pies of any size
NowA ake one spoon of cream

and we bul at every seam

Still we've got magnolias in our eyes.

We'd play bridge for half the night
Then start papers we must write
Typing on until the sun began to rise
Now we drink a glass of wine

Fall asleep at 10 to 9

Still we've got magnolias in our eyes.

We could live a year or two

And we hope that's what we'll do

But before we must start saying our goodbyes
One more course ma: e survive....
Geriatrics one oh five

Still we've got magnolias in our eyes.

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MANYOTHERSWAINS HAVE TOLD ~ —- A ‘
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Love has been a well-known story,-
'.’ - Known to many pairs of old,

‘iv And the words I want to tell you,
Many other swains have told.

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gggé Though the words are over—used, dear,
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’ '_Lf{ A Brummel or a Van,
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To be your only man.

Why must you be so indifferent?
Must you be so very cold?

When I'm longing so to tell you
What many other swains have told.

YOU'RE ESSENTIAL TO ME

like a new bonnet

An old English sonnet

A cottage that's built by the sea
like week—ends at beaches

Sugar on peaches

You're Essential To Me.

like summer vacations

A new book of rations

The honey that's made by a bee
like winter and firelight
Summer and starli_ht

You're Essential To Me.

was so stunned when I met you
-ow could it really be true?

lo it have been accidental
were the Fates in it too?
dge goes with dummy

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DRUMS

THERE'S A PRIMITIVE URGE IN EVERYBODY!

THERE'S AN ANIMAL SURGE IN EVERYBODY!

IF YOU CAN.........NCT RESIST IT LOVE WILL COME
LIKE THE BEATING OF A DRUM!

THERE'S A SAVAGE BEATING IN EVERYBODY!

A.TAITOO REPEATING IN EVERYBODY!

IF YOU €AN.........NOT SUPPRESS IT LOVE WILL START
LIKE THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART!

THE FORCE COMELS YOU TO LOWER YOUR RESISTANCE!
OF COURSE LOVE JUSTIFIES ALL YOUR EXISTENCEJ
YOU LOSE ALL INHIBITION, INDIVIDUALITY!

FUSE WILD DISPOSITION AND SENSUALITY!

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THERE S A TOM TOM SOUDING IN EVERYBODY!
AND A PULSE IS POUNDING IN EVERYBODY!
IF YOU CANNOT RESIST IT LOVE WILL COME
LIKE THE BEATING OF A DRUM.

LOVE WILL COME!

As Time Goes By

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You must remember this, how boys begged for a kiss
But settled for a sigh.
And everyone was really shy
But Time Went By.

always

Now when two people woo, there's nothing they won't do-
And nothing's on the sly .

No fundamental rules apply

Since time went by.

Moonlite and love songs, strictly out of date.
Sreakers and flashers, movies to X rat.
Woman needs man and neither one CAN WAIT
To give the thing a try.

Its not the same ols saga, their pot has made them gaga
their coke has made them high.

I think we had more fun in our day

But time went by.

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Stein Song
(University of l\‘Iaine)



Fill the steins to dear old Maine, To the youth, to the fire,

Shout till the rafters ringl To the life that is moving and calling us!
Stand and drink a toast once againl To the Gods, to the Fates,

Let every loyal Maine man sing— To the rulers of men and their destinies;
Then drink to all the happy hours, To the lips, to the eyes,

Drink to the careless days— To the girls who will love us some day! Oh-
Drink to Maine, our Alma Mater, (llepeat chorus)

The College of our hearts always.

Copyright 1910 by Carl Fischer, Inc., New Yorl
To the trees, to the skyl copyright renewed.
To the spring in its glorious happiness,

Desperado



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He wore a big smnbrero and a gun beneath his vest, ‘g-'_'<_ '
And everywhere he went he gave his war whoop. ‘ l
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From Cripple Creek, way down in—Colorado, c-fl _ v _’_
And he walked around like a—big tornado, ' ’ AI “
And everywhere he went he gave his war whoopl ‘I
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He saw the hootchic,-lcootehic and the girls dressed up in tights, “\
Ile got so darned excited that he shot out all the lights, ~.e_.‘.- I 7
And everywhere he went he gave his war whoop. I 17/ " I
A great big fat policeman was a-wallcing do\vn his heat,
Ile saw this desperado come a-walking down the street. Q . 1/.
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You can easily see she's not my mother,
’Cause my mother's over forty-nine.
You can easily see she’s not my sister,
'Cause I never showed my sister such a
wonderful time,
You can easily see she’s not my sweetheart,
'C:mse my sweetheart's too refined.
She's just a slip of a kid, she didn't know
what she did;
She's just a personal friend of mine.

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I with I were a wittle thugar bun, (thugar bun),

I with I were a wittle thugar hun,

I'd thlippy and I'd thliddy down cveryone's
inthididie; '

I with I were a wittle thugar bun.

I with I were a witllc cake of thope,
(Cake of thopc) etc.

I'd thlippy and I'd thliddy over everybody's hidie.

I with I were a monkey in the zoo;

I'd thit upon a thelf and I'd thquat my wittle thelf.

I with I were a wjttle muthkitoc;
I'd lmlhie and I'd hitie under everyhody's nightie.

I with I were a lithie in the then; .

I'd thwim around tho eute without a bathing thuit.

I with I were a wittle thafety pin,‘
And everything that's buthtcd,
l'd hold until I ruthlcd.

I with I were a \vittle thlippewy woot;

I'd thtick up in the twail, and I'd llop you

on your tail.

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I with I were a wittle hog of mud;
I would ooze and I would gooze inthidc
cveryl)o
I with I were a \vittle can of beer;
I'd go down with a Ilurp and come up with ah

I with l were a wittle Englitli 'l'lipawwow;
I'd thit up on a thteeple, and I'd thpit
on all the people.

I with I were a wittle kangaroo;
I'd hippie and I'd hoppie inthide my
mother's poekic.

I with I were a thpoon of ('allu'r nil,
I'd luhrir.-ate the chathies of all the lads
and lathies.

I with I were a wittle thriped thkunk,
I'd thit up in the treethes, and perfume
all the hrcethcs.

 


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Oh, a Zulu king with a big nose ring, fell in love with a fair young maid,

And every night by the pale moonlight, across the lake he came.

Oh, a hug and a kiss for a Zulu miss, in the shade of the old palm tree, ‘
Whene’er they met, they sang a duct, and it sounded like this to me:
Bar-rumph (kiss kiss) bar-rnmph (kiss kiss) bar-rumph ti (li a di aye,
Bar—rumph, (kiss kiss) bar-rumph (kiss kiss) bar-rumph ti di a di aye.

We'll build a bungalow, big enough for two,

Big enough for two, my honey, big enough {or two, walla walla walla ‘
And when we're married, how happy we’ll be,

Underneath the bamboo, underneath the bamboo tree, boomboom

Boom, boom, boom boom boom boom boom boom!

If you’ll be M-I-N-E mine, I'll be T-IIsI—N-E thine,
And I'll L-O-V-E love you all the T-I-M-E time;

You are the B-E-S-T best of all the R-E-S-'1' rest, ,
And l’ll L~O-V-E love you all the T-I-M—E time, ' .
Wrap 'em up, stack ’em up, any old time.

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. Sornebody’s been here giving lessons in love;
It lacks that inspiration sent from Heaven above, walla walla walla
Oh, that kiss you gave me sure was a winner;
You're no beginner, 'cause somebody's been here before.
You're second-hand.

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But when she got there, the ctrpyboard bare TM kl Horne
And she threw it out the window. I l‘-

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Drunk last night, drunk the night before;

Coin’ to get drunk tonight like I never got drunk
before.

For when I'm drunk I'm as happy as can be,

' For I am a member of the souse family.

Singin' glorious, glorious,

One keg o' beer for the four of us.

Clorybe to God that there are no more of us,
For one of us could drink it all alone.

All alone (damn near), all alone (damn near),
Glory be to God that there are no more of us,
For one of us could drink it all alone.

(Tune "C")
Oh, when you hear the roll of the big bass drum,
Then you kno\v that the Dutch have come.

The Dutch Company is the best company
That ever came over from the old country.

There's the Amsterdam Dutch and the Rotterdam
Dutch,
The Pottsdam Dutch and the C-- d--- Dutch.

lagged But Right



Then there's the Irish, but they're not much,
But they're a damn sight better than the G-- d--
Dutch. ’

Oh, why do we go with the girls so much,
When we could drink beer with the C-- d---
Dutch?

When a Greek meets a Greek it's a restaurant or
two;

When a Dutch meets a Dutch it's a keg of lager
brew.

(Tune "A")
Singin' glorious, glorious, etc.

(Tune "D" ) , t "

Oh, they had to cart Carry to the ferry,
And the ferry carriecl Carry to the shore.
And the reason that they had to carry Carry,
Was that Carry couldn’t carry any more.

(Follow this with "Sweet Eveline")



I just called up to tell you that I'm ragged but right,

A thief and a gambliu' woman, drunk eve.ry night.

C

I order porterhouse steak three times a day for my board,

'l‘hat’s more than any ordinary gal can afford.

I got a big handsome man to play around at my feet,

A big electric fan to keep me cool when I sleep.

For I'm a ramblin' woman, a gambliu' woman, and Lord am I tight,
I just called up to tell you that I'm ragged but right.

Oh, How He Lied

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u’.

the sat down beside her and smoked his cigar,

-He told her he loved, but oh, how he liedl



Smoked his cigar, smoked his cigar.

He sat down beside her and smoked his cigar,

Smoked his cigar-r-r.

She sat there beside him, and played her
guitar.

She told him she loved him, but she did not
lie. ‘

5—Thcy were to be married, but she ups and

dies.

6~—lIc went to the funeral, but just for the ride.
7—She went up to heaven, and flip-flop she flied.
8——Ile went down below her, and sizzled and

fried.

9—The moral of this tale is never to lie.
l0—Or you, too, may perish, and sizzle and fry.

 


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A l’«'rslun kitty, perfumed and fair,
Sn-ollml out on a backyard fence for air
When a tomcat, lean and lithe and strong,
his I y and yuller, came a-strolling along.

I In sniilcd at the perfumed Persian cat

As she slrutted about with much éclat
Ami a~thinlcin' the time to pass,

I ie whispered, "Kiddo, you sure get class."

" "i‘is iitten and proper," was her reply,
‘/‘\s she arched her whiskers over her e e.
I am ribboned, sleep on illows of sil ,

Ami I daily bathe in certi ed milk.

"But I'm not content with what I've got;

‘ I ought to be happy, but happy I'm not.

I should be joyful, yes, I should indeed,
For I'll have you know, I'm highly pedigreed."

"Now, hark," said the tomcat with a smile,
“You must trust in your new-found friend for
a while.
You must abandon your backyard fence,
My dear, what you lack is experience."

The joys of iivin he then unfurled

As he told her ta es of the outside world;
And then suggested, with a leering laugh,
A trip for two down the primrose path.

The morning after the night before,

The cat came home at the hour of four,
The innocent look from her face had went,
And in its place was a smile of content.

Two months later the kittens came

To that Persian kitty of pedigreed fame;

They were not Persian—they were black and tan-
And she told them their pa was a travelin' man.



He asked to hold my hand, I seriously objected.
I knew the feeling was grand, but I might not be respected.

He asked me for a hug. l .~«'rimIsly ohjmetcd.
I knew the feeling was snug, but I might not be respected.

Ile uskv-(l me for u kiss, l .-:«-n innsly uhjuclotl.
I know the feeling was l»Ii~.~-;, but I might not bo rn.s'p¢'('iml.

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IT WAS MIDNIGHT ON THE OCEAN

-ls» silver ‘threads mmomqmq H

It was midnight on the ocean, not a streetcar was insight;

While the sun was shining brightly, for it had rained all the night.
'Twas a summer's day in Winter, and the rain was snowing fast,
As the barefoot girl with shoes on stood there sitting in the grass.

It was evening and the sunrise was just setting in the west;

And the fishes in the treetops were all cuddled in their nests.

As the wind was bowing bubbles, lightning shot from left to right;
Everything that you could see had been hidden out of sight.

While the organ peeled potatoes, lard was rendered by the choir;
When the sexton rang the dishrag, someone set the church on fire.
"Holy Smokes!” the reacher shouted, as he madly tore his hair,
Now his head resemhles heaven, for there is no parting there.

THE VUL-GAR BCATMAN

How I love mine boatman

My very vu1ger°boatman

He's just a Russian, dfitshin', Prussian,
Russian from the sea. ~

When he comes from the ocean

He smells like Scott's emulsion _

He's got that silky kind of oilskin
What you love to touch.

He calls me his moimaid

I just love to be his slave

His kisses upset me just like the ocean wave
But I still I love mine boatman

My very vulgar boatman«

He's just a Russian, crushin', Prussian,
Russian from the sea.

Mary Ann McCarty
(Tune: Battle llymn of the Republic)

Mary Ann ML-Curly, she went out to dig some clams;

,-Mary Ann McCarty, she went out to dig some clams;

Mary Ann McCarty, she went out to dig some clams,
But she didn't get a single solitary clam. .

All that Mary got was oysters, (three times)
But she didn't get a single solitary clam.

She dug up all the mud there was in San Francisco bay.
Glory, glory, what a helluva time she hadl "
She went to all the parties that the Psi US ever had.

All that Mary got was trench mouthl

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AFTER YOU WORE A TULIP ‘ )3 \‘f"-“‘
Adam . .
Oh, Adam was the first man before the world began V
The Lord took mud and sand and from them He made man :““.J’~"-
But Adam wasn't satisfied. He said, "I want a bride," ’ ‘ ,_
So the Lord took out a rib from Adam's side.
You could tell them from each other by the clothes the other were 3&3‘
For ‘ v ’!s"“;,
He wore tuli a big yellow tulip ':l'K~‘
n she wore a 1g red rose. -
When they gfew older twas then he grew bolder ” ‘I
From her head down to her toes ‘ _-‘,5’
They started apanic, said "The Lord was some mechanic .. '->’'
when He made you from a rib from my side, 141‘-
And if I ever want a harem up,
I've got six more ribs to spare Him," ;‘&~.‘-£3?-’
And she blushed like a sweet June Bride. ‘ , ls’, -
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Oh, when the moon shines, I want to
hold somebody’s hand. _!4"
Oh, when the moon shines, I begin 4I'~%
to understand. _,.1 Why all the little bees and all the ‘*W5-
little bears never go in threes ;

they always go in pairs.

Oh, when the moon shines, I want to
hold somebody's hand.

Why all the little bears and all the
little bees always go in pairs - they
never go in'threes.

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gme sister will help you, her brother to win. .\‘.g/,
F Sht manfully onward, dark passions subdue.

Don't run after the boys girls let them run after
We do. They don't. We sitagsb what. Some men argozliuxuzb!

 


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_ §even Beers With the Wrong Woman

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;;&¢§f Seven beers with the wrong woman;

- \, We sat at a table for two.

"“ And the first thing I knew, she whispered,
“f 4“ "Honey Boy, I could sure go for vou!"

4; Then my heart beat a little bit quicker,
.".' - As-I fondled her sweet little hand°
Sig‘ . I swelled up with pride, but oh boy, how she lied!
' I sure was a foulish young man. —
J.

.\*‘* , Seven beers with the wrong woman.

g.‘L She asked me to get up and dance.
.;4é Around and around we circled,
I Til I felt for the dough in my pants.
-‘ , when I asked her if she had seen it,
-S§fi= She looked up at me and said "No".
‘I3/If From that day, to me, it's a great mystery.
..)' I wonder Just where t did go.

‘. Seven beers with the wrong woman.
Her husband came in after that.
And when he spied us together,
He rushed up and told me to scat.
He took me by the seat of my britches,
And he sure didn't leave any slack.
T'was then I got tossed out the door by the boss,
And he told me to never come back.

Seven beers with the wrong woman.

It left me with only regrets.

And I guess she was only follin',

When she called me her darlin' and pets.
Now I wish that the lord had made Adam,
And had nver made anyone else. '

But there's one thing I know;—-

That the next place place I go,

I'll have fourteen beers by myself.

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' ,' . cll e me s ver
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' \ oh, I love you with my heart
.. And I love you with my liver
Q , Oh Dubuque (tsck tsck)
-.:~? , By the River (stamp feet)
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Williams Man Who’: Far, Far Away

Around her hair, she wore a purple ribbon;
She \vore it in the springtime and in the month
of May, |
And if you ask her why she were that ribbon,
She wore it for her Williams man who's far,
far away. -
Far away, far away; far away, far away;
She wore it for her Williams man whds far,
far away.

Around her knee, she wore a purple garter;
She wore it in the springtime, and in the month
of May,
And if you ask her why she wore that garter,
She \\'on! it for her VVilliaius man who's far,
far away.

IN THE QUARTER MASTER CORPS

Oh. it's ale, ale, ale, that makes you feel so hale.

Far away, iar away; far away, far away;
She wore it for her \rVilliams man who's far,
far away.

Around the block, she pushed a baby carriage.
Behind the door her father kept a shotgun.
On the wall she keeps a marriage license.

In the desk, the sheriff keeps a warrant.

And in her heart, she has a secret passion;

She has it for an Amherst man who's not so
far away.

Similarly: llraudy-—dan(ly. Cocoa—lo(;o. Liquid-wicked. ltum——bum. ltye—spry.

Sherry—merry. Vodka—hotka. VVhiskey—frisky. VVine-fine. Bourl>on—burpin’.
Coke—want to choke. Cin—want to sin. Port—want to sport. Mint—want to . — '
squint. Miisca-museatel—feel like llell. Vennouth—makes you so uncouth. *7
lloyal Royal Crowu—-really gets you down. 1’:-psi-gives you apoplexy.

(;h:unpagne—gives you such a pain. ()orn—glad you're born. It's the Ainontillado

that gives me this vibrato. Scoteh—gives your name a blotch.

Mules
(Tune: Auld Lang Sync)

On mules \ve find two legs behind,
and two we find before,

\Ve stand behind before we find é
what the two behind be for.

When were behind the two behind
we find what these be for,

So stand before the two behind,

behind the two before.

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MY GIRL

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She goes to Vassar, none can surpass her,

She is the stroke of the varsity erew.
And in my future life, she's gonna be my wife.

Ilow in the world do you know that? She told me so.

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' . My girl's from Tlnnith, thhe talkth like thith,

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’ \"“‘ Thhe taught me how to kith, I love her the,
t, at Z _ And in my future life, etc.
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My girl's from Ilolyoke, she taught me how to smoke,
/"" She knows a dirty joke, now I know one too.
I‘? ,
.; ,,
_ | 1 .- ‘.-'5 My girl's from Radelille, she is a big stiff,
I And she gets sore at me when I tell her so.
‘u. A .'
’)_./E - My girl's from Wheaton, she takes a l)eatin',
I And when she‘s feeling good, I take one too.
5‘ ’ .
§f;.t= My girl s from Skidmore, she is an awful bore,
’ § / ”.-- She never knows the score, boy don't I knowl

_' My girls from Middlebury, she is extraordinary,
She's built just like a fairy, three hundred pounds or so.

My girl's from Wellcsley, she always tells me
I'm bats in the belfry, but I love her anyhow.

. My girl's from MIT, she is a travesty,
Girls who go for engineering are not so hot appearing.

My girls from Connecticut, she knows her etiquette, '
She taught me how to pet, now I do it too.

My man's from Yale, he lands in jail,
From drinking too much gin—ger ale.

Advertise
(Tune: Auld Lang Syne)

The fish, it never eaekles 'bout
it's million eggs or so,

The hen is quite a different bird,
one egg—and hear her crow.

The fish we spnrn, but crown the hen,
which leads me to surmise:

Don’t hide your light, but blow your horn,
it pays to advertise.

28.

 


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NORTH AFTER DINNER SONGS

"HOME ON THE QUAD”— words by Joan Javits

Oh, give me a sub

who will scrub out the tub

Give me breakfast in bed on a tray
Give me something to eat -
I'm so sick of puffed wheat '

Old Matt didn't plan it this way.

Home, Home, on the quad

Where the North Tower's closest to God
Nhere seldom is heard

The song of a bird -

Cause the snow always covers the sod.

My rdmmate believes

We have 85 leaves

Haven't seen her since early last May
She's up skiing at Stowe

But there isn't no snow

Old Matt must have planned it this way.

Home, Home in the stacks

Where the seniors are breaking their backs
If your book's on reserve

Dearie, don't lose your nerve

Just swipe it and start to make tracks.

Give me free cigarettes

Give us hundreds of ts

Give us no classes on Saturday

Give Professors more dough

Or I tell you they'll blow

Old Matt didn't plan it this way.
Home, Home on the(Quad

Where the North Tower's closest to God
Where seldom is heard

The song of a bird

Cause the snow always covers the sod.

AT THE BOARDING HOUSE

(Tune: Silver Threads Among the Cold)

At the boarclin house where I stayed, everything was growing old;
Silver hairs among the butter, and the bread was all a—mold.

When the dog died, we had sausage, when the cat died, catnip toa,
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Girls Can Never Change Their Nature
(Tune: Silver Threads Among the Cold)

Ci . n ver ch e their nature; that is quite beyond their reach.
If a girl is born a lemon, she can never be a peach.
But the law of compensation is the one I always preach,

You can always squeeze a lemon, but just try to squeeze a peach.
But you can try!

’Wolves when They're Young

They're wolves when they're young,
And they're wolves when they're old,
So beware of all men because they blow hot, blow cold-

All things that shine

My dear are not gold,

So beware of all men because they blow hot, blow cold.
Now you may work like a maniac

And jump around like a jumping jack

Just to keep your honey from sliding back

And then he flies off with a blonde.

They're wolves when they're young, etc.

Now I said to Jennie Jones the other day

"If a man falls for you just let him lay; '"
And don't you believe a single word they say.
Cause they blow hot, blow cold.

When a man proposes by the garden gate, '

He gets you hot and bothered, then procrastinates,

So honey, just be careful when you're picking out a mate,
They blow hot, blow cold. -

Now you may work like a maniac,:tc.

I would play with fire any old day,

Just as long as I was sure that it was safe to play,
But dammit, the men don't play that way,

They blow hot, blow cold.

All things that shine, etc.

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On the right side of Heaven we now take our stand.
we don't chew tobacco because we do think _ 1-,‘_.J-I‘-‘.~_
That them that does chew it is liable to drink. v -“ -
Down with King Alc ohol, Down all you can. ,_ ‘H’
Ah, Men....Ah women. Ah nuts.
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Oh oh when Freddy danced, he had the girls entranced ,-m,
And you can bet it was easy to see * . ;i:‘€:’~’
He had a well developed Peasscnality _ '5‘. -
when Lucy Galpin's hips created an eclipse H »
And Lela's face started to fall . — ‘“
He came back to Lela xs " ' ./g”"'~‘;
_Cagsg,Le1a had the alcohol-; "I
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Got our bags and got our reservations _ _ ..7_
Got each dime we could afford N _ Q4‘,
with our hearts in wild anticipation N _ .
Longed to hear that ‘Ann-a.pgLi_s_ call a
Five oclock, th_at's- when we got up at five o'clock, /Ly
' Potsy waitin' up to see us off, countin' every mile _ 7,.Ԥ_,_s
That leads us to our men in blue V ‘ '
Never thought my face could be so pea green ,3,’-‘.'\'
Never thought I'd act like this - ’ [’
with my knees as wobbly as spaghetti .;,j'.‘C
Here we come, Anapolis
We got there, the goys were there to meet us 1.3‘
Took us to a basketball game 5‘, ,
Went to the hop-, and home.at~2 oqgdggck ifl/'1‘
and you can bet that they weren't tame“ ‘fll
Got to our rooms and they were full of people \Q;//¢_
4 on the bed and 4 on the floor '
Listened inqand this is what we heard - 1, _\
Roll over Jack and do it some more “ ;;;°’ ‘
Chapel that8s where we arrived at ten ‘
‘dish you could have seen our men marching in review...how we love you '9‘
And we still do L
After church we went and got some chow‘ . _..,\.‘-. Q‘
Never thought a day could be such bliss /"
They left us with our hearts upon our sleeves \_,/’
Fare thee well, Annapolis
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OLD HUDSON VALLEY
To the tune of "Red River Valley”

Oh, remember the Old Hudson Valley

Do not hasten to bid it adieu.

Everyone goes away every weekend...
They‘re sorry when weekends are through.

Yes, and down in the
Matthew thought that
He invested in good c
Soon West Point set

We‘l1 remember the Old Hudson alley
Where our Founder put Vassar to stay.
Oh, how often I think of him fondly....

How much beer he could sell here today.

 


: mvsb_1949_01_031
NORTH SONG _
Words and Music by Joan Javits

We got it over you

The tower's got a super view

The wings you must admire, they could fly higher,
Cause they've got the spirit, tooo...

North is the very top,

The tower will rock, but never drop,

And if you venture forth you'll wind up at North...
Don't misconstrue it, we do mean Jewett.

Though we don't think you're a total flop,

We've got it over you, we've got it over you.

TEASIN' TEASIN'

(Verse I)
Teasin', Teasin', I was only teasing you,
Teasin', Teasin', just to see what you would do.
(Of course you know that I was)

Teasin', Teasin', just to prove your lone was true
-Don't be angry, ‘cause

I was only, only teasin' you.

DEDICATED TO MISS BLANDING
(To the tune of TEASIN') Verse II

Found ‘er, founde ‘er

Vassar found ‘er when she came to us.

We found ‘er, found er

But we didn't know what name to call ‘er, when we hollered
Found ‘er, found ‘er, I

But Prexy lends us no relief;

If tuition drops or not, she's tops.

And let's just call her our Big Chief.

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BLOOD ON THE SADDLE

There's blood on the saddle
And blood on the ground

And there's great big puddles
Of blood all around.

The cowboy lay in it.

All bloody and red .
For his branco dare throwed him
And bashed in his head.

Oh pity the cowboy

All bloody with gore
For he ain't gonna ride
Any branco no more.

BEER THAT PICKLED DEAR OLD DAD

I want a beer

Just like the beer

That pickled dear old dad.
It was a beer, and the only beer
That daddy ever had,

A real old fashioned beer
With lots of foam

It took six men

To carry daddy home.

Oh I want a beer

Just like the beer

That pickled dear old dad.



SLING-A DA INK

Vassar College upon the Hudson,
sling-a da ink and push-a dapen along;
Vassar College upon the Hudson,
sling-a da ink and push—a dapen along.

Sling-a da ink, sling-a da ink and push—a da pen along,
sling-a da ink and push—a da pen along

At Vassar College upon the Hudson,

We sling-a da ink a¥&*push—a da pen along.

 


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T ‘.'‘:.I‘ ‘vi
ZIP, .Z.LP, ZIP _
_.(_I,_s_‘
Goodmorning, Mr. Zip, Zip, Zip ‘ }"‘_Jr.".
With your hair‘: out just as short as mine. “‘
Good morning I:/LI‘. Zip, Zip, Zip, '
You're really looking fine. 3’\'.‘¥"'
Now ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, '5,"
gamels.don‘§h‘ge§iyou£'thegiFatimas must. &.é"')\“
oo morning . p 1p p g - -‘
with your hair out just as,short as mine. « "“],
(If cocaine doesn't get you, then the caffein must) ,.
(If a good man doesn't get you, then a bad man must) ~ "
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GOING BACK .
_ ‘Ly-(,\
I used to go down to the station 1
Every evening just to watch those pullman trains come rolling in , .
And the one night that great temptation
Got the best of me and led me to a life of sin. }‘/ t
I took my hat and fourteen dollars ’
And I went to all the trouble of this world that always follers '4.‘
When you're rich and huntin? romance
But my hu:1tin' days are over I can tell you that. ,1";
we 2 am 2: at we we
n as e me d i.e to see e own
And I said "Sure that's zfzhat I’m her fer" ”"r’
So he said he'd take me to the hottest spots in town. ,’.._./5
He mentioned things he’s have to fix up ‘
So he took my fourteen dollars but there must have been a mix-up 3-4,}/A
He's been gone since Thursday evening * fjfv
And I got a hunch I".l,3. n-syer ‘see that man no more. ,'«:
when I STOW old and have a grandsozz \\“A/
4 .. J- ' I 2""
I will tell him of my romance and.I ll watch his e./es bulge out
But you can't say I didn-35 W;—;I‘fl_h3-In d P, ne . \,
What would happen if I met up with that 01133’ BUY 0°60 ‘fir’
I'm going back to where I__gomg_ r0I]1 c
ere e moc:in' Bird is s1ng1n' in the lilac bush.
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WE MUST BE VIGILANT

AMERICAN PATROL

We must be vigilant! We must

be vigilant! American Patrol

With arms for the navy, ships

for the navy, let this be our

goal.

We must be diligant! We must be
diligant! American Patrol. A
Protect our shore line to the door

line of ev’ry native soul

We need this solidarity or else

divided we will fall;

It means the popularity of peace

and happiness for all. ~

Behind this cause we must keep

rallying, let there be no dilly-
dallying; Keep us free from shilly-
shallying, hark to freedom’s call

0n the land! in the air! on the sea!
ev'rywhere

We must be vigilant! we must be vig-
ilant! American Patrol.

With planes of the army, planes of the
navy, always in control;

We must be digilent! We must be digilant!
American Patrol!

In each direction give protection to
ev’ry native soul.

We must be vigilant! we must be vigilant
by day!

We must be diligent! we must be digilent
by night!

Behind this cause we must keep rallying,
let there be no dilly-dallying.

Keep us free from shilly shallying and
we'll reach our goal.

The American, the American Patrol.

GOT ALONG WITHOUT YOU /W 1’

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Got along without you before I met you
Gonna get along without you now.

Going to find somebody just as good as you
Cause I never loved you anyhow.

You ran around with every girl in town,
You'll never know how much it got me down.
Got along with out ygu, etc

 


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THE LAVENDAR cowaor

He was only a lavendar cowboy, and the
hairs on his chest were but two. Yet
he wanted to be like the heros, and do
as the he-men-do.

Herbicide and many hair tonics, he

rubbed in both morning and night, but
each time he looked in the mirror, there
were only two hairs in sight. He fought
to save Red Nellie's honor-he cleaned out
an outlaw's nest, and he died with his
sixgwns a-smokin' and only two hairs

on his chest.

Let Her Sleep Under the Bar

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'Twas a cold winter's evening, the guests were all leaving,
O'Lear was closing the bar,

When he turned and he said to the lady in red,

"Cet outl You can't stay where you are!"

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She shed a sad tear in er bucket of beer

As she thought of the cold night ahead,

When a gentleman dapper step ed out of the—phone booth,
And these were the words that me said.

My ,
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"Her mother never told her the things a young girl should know,

About the \vays of college men, and howthey come and go (mostly go).
Age has taken her beauty, and sin has left its sad scar,

So remember your mother and sisters, boys, and let her sleep under the bar."

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A ZUM GALI, GALI .

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Clwruaandsolo:
Zum gs-ll 33-11, 33-11, Zum gs-ll, 3:.-ll, Zum.

Vassar Hygiene Song ' -

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gn1«s3 g1QfiIggE$I@;bJ;§]

. J-J-J‘ ;

Oh, we never used ((5 bathe till we lxearcl the Doctor rave
In the lectures that she gave lnow to l)(‘.ll:lV(!;

Now we take our daily lmlln even though we miss our math.
How in the world do you lmmv llml? Slu: lnl(l us so.

\Vl1cn we grow older, (lien wc’ll be l)0l(lcr,

VVe'll take it colder, up to the slmuldvr.

This we must (lo every day, even llmnglx we pass away.
llmv in llle wm'l(l do you know llml? Slw told us SH.

Oh, we always used to weep when we l)C:l|‘(l the chickens peep
In the boiled eggs that we eat every old week,

Now we cut them every (lay; pepper takes the taste away.

How in llnc worlcl (lo yun know that? She told us so. '

 


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