RING out, wild bells, on the joyous night,

Sound forth from spire and dome;

For a warrior comes on the latest train,

With a 'broidered bag and a bamboo cane, -

The Freshman is coming home.

He cometh back from the bold Crusade;

His feet have trod in Gore;

His Welded armor has stood the Din

Of the Severe fight 'gainst proctors thin;

And he's crammed full of lore.

His snow-white cuffs, once spotless and pure,

Are black with the marks of strife;

Weird talismans now are their contents,

But "Honi soit qui mal y pense,"

And they oft have saved his life.

He has cut and deaded time and again,