. The minstrelsy of Isis; an anthology of poems relating to Oxford and all phases of Oxford life; . ped or Abingdon, Were cured by Brasenose Ale. The fair Cheltenias opening saltMust yield to our factitious malt ;What double sconce can fail ? * Sir Christopher Pegge. f An Oxford wine merchant. 339 But if you want some tonic stuff,You readily will find quant. % gill of Brasenose Ale. Mysterious as the Sibyls leaves,The battels are which each receives But, freshmen, cease to rail !Youre fed and physicked ; in your billsEach week is vinegar of squills, Bark, salts and Brasenose Ale. Oh, that
. The minstrelsy of Isis; an anthology of poems relating to Oxford and all phases of Oxford life; . ped or Abingdon, Were cured by Brasenose Ale. The fair Cheltenias opening saltMust yield to our factitious malt ;What double sconce can fail ? * Sir Christopher Pegge. f An Oxford wine merchant. 339 But if you want some tonic stuff,You readily will find quant. % gill of Brasenose Ale. Mysterious as the Sibyls leaves,The battels are which each receives But, freshmen, cease to rail !Youre fed and physicked ; in your billsEach week is vinegar of squills, Bark, salts and Brasenose Ale. Oh, that our Bursar would consentTo give the bottled porter vent Porter beloved by Dale ; *Smuggled no more by Joeys t stealth,It would improve the College health. Well scoured by Brasenose Ale. My muse, a half reluctant prude. In dudgeon vile George Smith pursued, Afraid his verse should fail;When next the annual Ode he he invoke a different Meux, T improve our Brasenose Ale. Thomas Dunbar. Fellow of , and Keeper of Athmolean. * Fellow of f Jos. Hodgkinson, Fellow of 34° \. y. BRASENOSE ALE WITH laughter loud and trickling tearsMy memory brings before meThe frantic hopes, the foolish fearsThe odd adventures of the yearsWhich Time has wafted oer me. Oh ! Brasenose Ale, I shrewdly guess, You, if you have a conscience,To many blunders must confess,To many hours of idleness And failures in Responsions. But then, again, no doubt could you Tell me a cheerful storyOf cricket triumphs not a fewOf bumps achieved by gallant crew And gowns put on with glory. What gleeful evenings you inspired ! What festive little dinners !How often was your aid requiredTo celebrate the speed untired Of fleet-foot Brasenose winners ! How oft you helped us at the boats For which we have to thank you !How many high and tuneful notesDid you elicit from the throats Of gentlemen who drank you ! To make an old quotation new— Beer is than water thicker ;Yet I must say, good-bye to you, Go
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