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SONGS 



A.JVIHEIIST 



Joy and Badness, tamed to song, 

Still keep ringing, loud and long. — Goethe. 



PUBLISHED BY THE CLASS OF '69. 



NORTHAMPTON : 
? PRINTED BY METCALF & COMPANY. 

/ 1860. 



I> B3 1> I O -A. T I O N. 



The Alumni of Amherst College, 

THIS FIRST COLLECTION 



Sonss or tlieir Alma IMBter, 

IS 
RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED, 

With fbe best wUhes 



UNDERGRADUATE FRIENDS, 
THE CLASS OF '«9L 



EXTRACT FROM CLASS RECORDS. 

At the Annual Business Meeting of the Clttfs of '62, held 
October, 1859, it was nnanimonsly voted that said Class issue in 
convenient form the Son^a of Amherst — and that 
Chas. H. Sweetser, 
Henrt Hill Goodell, and 
Oeokoe G. Phipps, 
be a Committee to carry this resolve into eflfect. 

JAMES H. NASH, CUus Secretary. 
Amhebot College, March, 1800. 






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INTRODUCTORY SONGS. 






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Old Amherst Brave, .... 


9 


Wake the Song^—Sparkling and Brigki, . 


. 10 


Song, ...... 


12 


MOUNTAIN SONGS. 




The Giant of Eld,— Lttoria, 


13 


Titan's Workshop, — Jordan^ 


. 14 


EXAMINATION SONGS. 




Song, — Litoriaf . . . . . 


16 


Songf—Viver Amour, 


. 17 


SOCIETY SONGS. 




Alexandria,— I%rec Bells, 


18 


Athenia, — Bruce's Address, . 


. 19 


Athenia, — Litoria, .... 


19 


Antivenenean, — Landlord fill the ftounng howl. 


. 20 


BIENNIATi SONGS. 




^OTig,— ViU%kens and his Dinah, 


22 


Song, — Sparkling and Bright, 


. 23 


Song,— -4 Little More Cider, 


24 


Song, — Sparkling and Bright, 


. 25 


MISCELLANEOUS SONGS. 




Hie Away, . , . . . 


26 


M7 Last Cigar, — Dearest May, 


, 27 


Song, — Some love to roam. 


28 


Song of the Rusticated,— i2ou? Brothers, Row, 


. 29 


Song,— Midnight Hour, 


29 


Muscle and Mind, — CocacMunk, 


. 30 


Lauriger Horatius, .... 


31 


^ng,— Vive V Amour, 


. 32 


Bong,— Cheer up my lively lads. 


33 


Revelry of the Dying,— ^tray with melancholy, 


. 34 


College Grove,— iJocifc of Liberty, 


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Death in the Pot.— C^;wi/«j, 


36 


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Fratres Sophomores, — Laurigtr, 


. 38 


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Ode, 


39 


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Song,--aW English Gentleman, 


. 39 


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Laariger, . . . . . 


41 


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College BeW,~- Dutch Company, 


. 41 


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Sleig^hing Son^, — Sparkling and Bright, 


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^ug,— Listen to the Mocking Bird, 


. 44 


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Evening Song, . . . . . 


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Song,— Few Days, .... 


. 46 


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Song, — Cannibal Islands, 


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Vacation Song, — Homeward Bound, 


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Song, — Benny Havens, 0, . . . 


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Song,— Captain Kidd, 


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Song, — Its the way toe have in the army. 


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Vacation Song,— Dcaresf May, 


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Song,— -4 Little More Cider, 


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Song, — The Promise Land, . 


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Home Song, — Ben Bolt, 


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Integer Vitae, .... 


. 56 


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Our College Home,— JEJJZen Bayne, 


57 


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Songt'-Marseilles Hymn, 


. 58 


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Song, — Sweet Home, 


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Song, — Benny Havens, O, . 


. 59 


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Song,— Sparkling and Bright, . 


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The Crammer's Song, — Camptown Races, . 


. 61 


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Gaudeamus, . . 


62 


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Amherst and 'Ro\yokQ,— Cramhamhuli, 


. 63 


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ALUMNI AND PARTING SONGS 




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Alamni Song,— Lufzoto'^ Wild Hunt, . 


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Song, — The Lone Starry Hours, 


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8ong,—Old Amherst, . 


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Song, — Auld Lang Syne, 


. 67 


Song, — Cocachdunk, 


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Song, — Happy are we to-night, 


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Song, — Auld Lang Syne, 


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Song,— Oft in the StiUy Night, 


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PREFACE. 



TU£ Committee, whoge pleasant duty it has been to prepare this 
little collection of the Songs of Amherst, desire to state briefly the 
object of the work and the manner in which they have essayed to 
accomplish it 

Onr fellow-students will readily undentand that it is not becanse 
of any poetic merits that these pages are printed. To apply spir- 
ited language to themes connected with college-life, and make 
adaptations to familiar airs, is the one purpose of the book. Hence 
we have in many cases discarded good poetry for better songs. 

Our selections are sixty-two in number — all but seven being orig- 
inal with Amherst. 

For many words of encouragement and much valuable assistance 
from many friends, the Committee desire to express in behalf of 
themselves and classmates their smcere thanks. 

When we consider that this is the first attempt of the kind at 
Amherst and that her song-literature is but in its infancy—extend- 
ing back but eight years— we think we can safely predict the 
successful culture of this important branch of student-life, at 
Amherst. 

In presenting the results of our labors, allow us to express the 
hope that they may prove satisfactory to the class under whose 
auspices the work is published and to all the sons of Old Amherst. 

Loud and long may the College Song roll around the hills and 
valleys of our mountain home and echoed back in the " lone, stilly 
hours," thrill with loftier emotions and incite to nobler action. 

" Then in our future course. 
When other ties shall bind us. 

Fond mem'ries shall arise, 
And of these scenes remind us." 






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SONGS OF AMHERST. 



Old Amherst Brave. 



Mnslc by Ed. Lewis, '61. 



Words by C. H. SWEETSER, ' 




Oar College Home ! Our College Home ! Shrine of the true and brave ; 




Thy banner words are truth and love, Long may their e^^ sign wavel 




Qreat is the crown of grand re-nown That sits np-on thy brow ; We'll 




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SONQS OF AMHEBST. 



Onr College Home ! Oar College Home l 

Fountain of joj and peace, 
With every turn of time's great wheel 

Thy noble sons increase ; 
Thy crystal sails spread to the gales 

Fill to the ruthless wind, 
Yet hold the mast till storms are past 

And raging blasts decline ; 
Old Amherst brave ! Old Amherst free ! 
Thy many sons are praising thee ! 

Our College Home ! Our College Home ! 

Long may thy ensign wave, 
Till every heart shall courage take 

To see that banner brave ; 
Swell high the strain, roll round again. 

About old Amherst's brow. 
The laurel vine we'll gladly twine 

And shout for Amherst now ! 
Old Amherst free ! Old Amherst brave ! 
Long may thy favored ensign wave ! 



Wake the Song. 

By B. H. ALLEN, '62. 

Am—" Sparkling and Bright.'' 

Stemming the foe, with its stately flow. 
Hear the Pean song of the Grecian ; 
'Tis a mighty power In the battle hour, 
As it thrills to the soul each free son. 
Chorus. — Then wake the song,while we fight the wrong ! 
Let it ring in measures hearty ; 
'Twill be strong to incite with zeal for the right 
Each man of our brave party. 






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SONGS OF AMHERST. 



The Piedmontese, as around he sees 
*' The streng^th of the hills" o'erpending, 

Hymns a psalm of praise which in martial days 
Is his war-song while contending. 

The rude, rough Scot, in his straw-thatched cot, 

Or Highland plaid and bonnet, 
Is aroused by Burns yielding large returns 

To the power of the gentle sonnet. 

As the Pilgrim band, on the rocky strand, 

Seared in faith their freedom's altar, 
Bang the echoes clear of their " lofty cheer," — 

The pledge, that they ne'er would falter. 

O'er the broad earth spread, hear the awful tread, 

Of the corps of truth and error ; 
Now the storm is nigh, but the song rings high. 

And it strikes the foe with terror. 

While we arm for the strife of an earnest life. 

And march to the field before us. 
Our feet beat the ground, with a cheerful sound. 

For the song swells round and o'er us. 

Chorus. — ^Then wake the song, while we fight the wrong ! 
Let it ring in measures hearty ; 
'Twill be strong to incite with zeal for the right 
Each man of our brave party. 



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Song. 



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Words and Mosie by 
Oeo. O. Phif^a. 




BiogI sing! let mu sic ev - er ring, A-round, around our college 




Aye, sing I letrou-sic ev-er ring Around old Amherst collego walls I 




Sing a song of our work for ftitnre life Sing of Amherst's hill and rale and sky, 
And cheer the heart for the earnest strife, Of the mountains grand that round her lie, 
Sing of all our sorrows, hopes and joys, Of her golden sunset's magic power 
Sing of all that we lore as college boys. To stir the soul at the eveidng hour. 

Ring in the morning's rosy light, 
Ring through the star-lit hours of night, 
In summer's heat or winter's chill 
Still let song-echoes round us thrilL 






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MOUNTAIN SONGhS. 

The O-iant of Eld. 

By J. W. WARD, '60. 
Air — Litoria. 
Listen now, and we will tell, 

Swee de la wee dum bum, 
Of what in ancient times befell, 

Swee de la wee dum bum, 
Befell the world in days of old, 

Swee de la wee chu hi ra sah 
Before its surface had ^ot cold, 
Swee de la wee dum bum. 
Chorus. — Litoria, Litoria, swee de la wee chu hi ra sah, 
Litoria, Litoria, swee de la wee dum bum. 

A giant tall and a giant grim, 
With stalwart frame and mighty limb. 
Stepped on the crust when it was hot. 
It cracked, and lava filled the lot. 

Chorus. — Litoria, &c. 

No shoes they had in days of yore, 
So the giant screamed and the giant swore. 
For he blistered his feet and made them sore, 
So round the earth he raved and tore. 
Chorus.— Litoria, &c. 

The crust grew rough, as round about, 
He wildly leaped in his frenzied rout. 
The valleys sank and the mountains rose, 
Under the touch of the giant's toes. 
Chorus.— Litoria, &e. 

And as he made a plunging leap, 

Old ^rose in a rugged heap. 

And all the mountains big and small, 
Came piling up as his feet did fall. 
Chorus. — Litoria, &c. 






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Then sing the giant of olden time, 
And weave his dance in college rhyme, 
And sing his praises, near and far, 
And put his name in the next " Kai Gar.' 



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Titan's Workshop. 

By A. L. FRISBIE, '57. 

Air — " Jordan.^* 

It was deep down below, and very long ago 
When a little dry land was a wonder, 

That the Titans had a shop, where they worked and 
wouldn't stop. 
And the din was as loud as the thunder. 
Chorus. 
They pulled off the coat, and they rolled up the sleeve, 

The Titans were a hard working people. 
They pulled off the coat, and they rolled up the sleeve, 
Oh the Titans were a strange sort of people I believe. 

'Twas a funny kind of ware that they fabricated there 
And the scale that they used was a grand one ; 

For they worked with a will, to pile up the hill. 
Or mountain, if you please, that we stand on. 
Chorus.— They pulled off, &c. 



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They laid in the rocks with many hard knocks, | r 

For sand wouldn't do for a bottom, — \ ^ 

'Twould all wash away, and wood would decay. 
But the rocks — there was nothing to rot 'em. 
Chorus. — They pulled off, &c. 

Laying granite on the lap of the well-hardened trap, 

And other rocks on up above it, 
They carried up the top to the roof of the shop, 

Till it looked as if Titans couldn't move it. 



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Chorus. 

But they pulled off the coat and they rolled up the sleeve, 

A mountain's a big thing to handle, 
They pulled off the coat and they rolled up the sleeve, 

A mountain's a big thing to handle I believe. 

The mountain being done, for the sake of some fun, 
They thought they'd better have a raising, 

And make iguanadon scamper off on a run 
From the pasture where he was grazing. 

Chorus. 

They pulled off the coat and they rolled up the sleeve, 

A mountain's a big thing to handle. 
They pulled off the coat and they rolled up the sleeve, 

A mountain's a big thing to handle I believe. 

So laying hold strong with a hard tug and long, 

Such an impetus upward was given. 
That the Earth's crusty shell couldn't stand such a swell, 

But broke where the mountain was driven. 

Chorus. — They pulled off their coat, «fec. 

Thus they forced it up through, towards the skies' azure 
blue, 

And not being here now to claim it, 
We'll take it for our own, and as it's full-grown. 

We think it our duty to name it. 

Chorus. 

Take off the coat boys, roll up the sleeve, 
A mountain's a grand thing to christen. 

Oh take off the coat and roll up the sleeve, 
A mountain's a grand thing to christen I believe. 



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EXAMINATION SONGS. 



Song. 



By , '62. 

Air — ** Litoria.'* 
Another Annual's through at last, 

S we-dele-we- dum-bum , 
The dreaded ordeal safe is past, 

Swe-dele-we-dum-bum, 
So free from care, brimful of fun, 

Swe-dele-we-tchu-hi-ra-sa, 
Roll ! Roll ! the jolly chorus on, 
Swe-dele-we-dum-bum. 

Chorus.— Litoria ! Litoria! 

Swe-dele-w e-tchu-hi-ra-sa, 
Litoria ! Litoria ! 
Swe-dele-w e-du m-bum . 

" Fieri non potest qnin*' 
That we should here of classics sing. 
Long may their " Bohns" among us dwell 
Since "quae quum ita sint" 'tis well. 

The Profs, desired by hook or crook 
To raise our " standing" in " the Book," 
And so with Greek and Latin text 
Our youthful minds they sore perplexed. 
With stealthy step they paced about 
To catch (?) the " ponies" trotting out. 
Which erring students prone to sin 
'Twere feared sometimes would ** ride" within. 

On legs and angles, sines and roots 
Our well-stored (?) minds we eager put. 
And toiling through the summer hours 
Longed for the cool Elysian bowers. 

But now our labors all are o'er, 
We've safely passed the Annual bore. 
The Stygian stream, we've bravely swum. 
The golden mead of praise we've won. 




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Song. 



By a " SUFFERER," '62. 
Air—" Vive V Amour:* 
Come classmates and swell the melodious song, 

Examination's done ! 
The jubilant shouts to the victors belong, 
Examination's done ! 
The terrible bore ! The terrible bore ! — Bis. 
We'll crown it with fun! We'll crown it with fun! 
Examination's done ! 

We " fizzled" and " ponied" and " bulUed" it through, 

Examination's done ! 
No more will the spectre be haunting our view. 

Examination's done ! 

The terrible bore, &c. 

The Profs, have very astonishing eyes, 

Examination's done ! 
But *' ponies" are made of diminutive size, 

Examination's done ! 

The terrible bore, &c. 

Old Phoebus came down with his carriage and four, 

Examination's done ! 
Till the sweat ran down in pools on the floor. 

Examination's done ! 

The terrible bore, &c. 

My Livy and Balbus were sadly behind, 

Examination's done ! 
And Homer and Loomis were fearfully blind. 

Examination's done ! 

The terrible bore, &c. 

Prometheus was very despairingly " bound," 

Examination's done ! 

And Coffin was solemnly laid in the ground. 

Examination's done ! 

The terrible bore, &c. 

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But we care not a fig for the " marka" of the day, 

Examination's done ! 
We'll joyfully travel the homeward way, 
Examination's done ! 
The terrible bore ! The terrible bore ! — Bis. 
We'll crown it with fun ! We'll crown it with fun '• 
Examination's done ! 



SOCIETY SONGS. 



Alexandria. 

By M. A. BOARDMAN, '60. 
Air—" Three BeUa:' 

Let others boast of Caesar's host, 

Led on by Caesar's skill ; 
But we'll relate the praises great 

Of deeds more noble still. 
For by the mind alone you'll find 

The grandest victories won, 
And this great field we'll never yield 
To deeds by Caesar done. 
Chorus.— For Alexandria's Boys, Hurrah !— (Bis.) 
With tribute true of praises due 
We'll spread her fame afar. 

In stem debate our men are great. 

And in extempore ; 
While in our hall we're learning ^1 

To speak for Liberty. 
Where'er we go the world shall know 

Of Alma Mater dear ; 
And in the strife of active life 

Her name our hearts shall cheer. 



Chorus. — For Alexandria's Boys, Hurrah .'- 
With tribute true of praises due 
We'll spread her fame afar. 



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Athenia. 

Air—" Bruce' s Address,'' 

Hail the conquering^ power of right ! 
Hail Athenians glory night ! 
Hail her laurels ever bright ! 

Hail her rictory ! 

Shout another ** battle" done, 
Shout another triumph won, 
Swell the paean — fire the gun, 

Shout for victoiy ! 

Pour the welcome notes along, 
Every brother — swell the song, 
Trophies to the brave belong, 

And the victors' crown ! 

Welcome to the chosen band, 
Safe within the " promised" land, 
Pledge the heart and join the hand, 

Brothers now for aye ! 

Roll the chorus through the hall. 
Let it pierce the nether wall, 
Koble men have heard our call, 

Giving us the crown ! 

Then Hurrah ! for conquering right. 
Sing Athenians glory night, 
And her laurels ever bright. 

Shout for victory .' 



Athenia. 

Air—" Litoria." 

Athenia is the place for me, 

Swe-dele-we-dum-bum 

Long may I hold her joys in fee, 

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For round her shrine are chosen ones, 
Swe-dele-we-tchu-hi-ra-sa 
And honored are her many sons, 

Swe-dele-we-dum-bnm. 
Chorus. — Athenia ! Athenia ! 

Swe-dele-we-tchu-hi-ra-sa 
Athenia ! Athenia ! 
Swe-dele-we-dum-bum. 

Athenia has a jolly crew 
Of working men and ever true, 
So pour the gladsome notes along, 
Let every brother swell the song. 
Chorus. 

May all her sons succeed in life, 
Have piles of cash and each a wife ; 
And where upon the earth they roam, 
Think of their old Athenian home. 
Chorus. 

Then " three times three'* we'll give her now, 
And bind the laurels round her brow ; 
For children's children yet shall bring 
Their praises to the theme we sing. 
Chorus. 



Antivenenean. 

By F. E. TOWEB, '60. 

Am — " Landlord fU the flowing howl" 
Fill the sparkling goblet up 

With water cool and pure sir. 
For of all the drinks e'er drank 

It is the best I'm sure sir. 

Chorus. — But here's success to those who drink 
Cold water bright and pure sir. 
It gives them health and happiness, 
And long shall both endure sir. 



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'Tis said old Father Adam drank 

Nothing but cold water, 
If he did, it must be best 

For every son and daughter. 

Chorus. — But here's success, &c. 

Boys who tipple at the shops 
And frequently get tight sir, 

Are sure to make the meanest men 
And never turn out right sir. 

Chorus. — But here's success, &c. 

Girls who love to sip and sip 

At coffee and at tea sir. 
Grow homely, and become old maids 

Just as they ought to be sir. 
Chorus.— But here's success, &c. 

He who wine and brandy quaffs 
Until his nose turns red sir, 

Ought to have his nose cut off 
And a wooden one instead sir. 

Chorus. — But here's success, &c. 

He who'll drink the dirty stuff 
That's now called rum and gin sir, 

Ought to have his mouth sewed up 
And never drink again sir. 

Chorus. — But here's success, &c. 

So here's a sigh for tipplers all 
A red-faced wretched crew sir, 

We wish them well, but they must fall 
For all that we can do sir. 

Chorus. — But here's success, «fec. 



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BIENNIAL SONGS. 



Song. 



By F. BROWNING. '61. 
Air — ** Villikens and his Dinah.** 

There was a Professor in New York did dwell, 
His name it was Loomis, we know him quite well ! 
He wrote a big treatise on angles and lines, 
With chapters on spheres, surveying, and sines. 
Chorus. — Sing tangent, cotangent, cosecant, cosine. 

Sing tangent, cotangent, cosecant, cosine. 

Sing tangent, cotangent, cosecant, cosine. 

Sing tangent, cotangent, cosecant, cosine. 

Prof. Coflfin, from cones cut by planes that passed through, 
Made all kinds of figures that ever he knew, 
Some round, like an apple, some shaped like an egg. 
Some rounded like sand hills, some pointed like pegs. 
Chorus. 
Sing origin, focus, directrix and curve. [Quater. 

Old Robinson added the third of the three, 
An Algebra hard as the hardest could be. 
With theorems diflficult, problems like steel, 
Intended of course for the students' good weal. 
Chorus. 

Sing Robinson, Homer, Prof. Napier, Sturm. [Quater. 

For three weary terms we have worked like the deuce, 
We've studied like heroes, but then its no use- 
How little of conies we all of us know. 
Our last Friday's papers will probably show. 

Chorus.— Sing tangent, cotangent, cosecant, cosine. 

There was once a poor student in Amherst did dwell. 
The first in his class, and all liked him well ; 
He drank some cold conies, supposing 'twas wine, 
And screeched, as he died, I am choked by a sine. 
Chorus. — Sing tangent, &c. 

Beware then of sines, now my classmates, I pray. 
And follow not tangents, but a straight-forward way ; 
And then by plain sailing your voyage shall be made. 
To a harbor of rest, by no mortal surveyed. 
Chorus.— Sing tangent, &c 



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Song. 

By H. C. SKINNER, '59. 

Sweet as the bliss, of a maiden's kiss, 

The joy of this happy greeting, 
For care is o'er and study no more 
Can sadden our happy meeting ; 
Chorus. 
Then pour along, a welcoming song, 

In many a gladsome measure ; 
Till the walls shall ring as we gaily sing, 
In notes of heartfelt pleasure. 

Classmates are here, to memory dear. 
Who hail us with kindly faces ; 

And glad hearts beat, in such Friendship sweet, 
As absence never effaces. 

Then pour along, &c. 

Two years have passed, and now Ave at last, 
Are " game" for the Amherst Ladies : 

Tangents and sines, and iambic lines 
May sink to the lowest Hades. 
Then pour along, &c 

The freshmen too, with noses so blue. 
Will look for our buckets no more ; 

Nor shake with fright, at the dead of night, 
Through ^ar of the Sophomore. 
Then pour along, &c. 

The golden gleam of the morning beam. 
Shall herald the coming of day ; 

And Luna rest in the dusky west, 
Ere our joy shall pass away. 

Then pour along, &c. 






24 SONGS OP AMHERST. 

Song. 

By W. M. POMEROY, '61. 

Air— ".4 Little More Cider." 
First time I saw a tutor 

'Twas at old Amherst College, 

how it made me stare to see 
A man with so much knowledge. 

1 looked at him, he looked at me, 
And then he turned around ; 

He looked upon the sky above, 
And I looked on the ground. 
Chorus. — O a little more mathematics, 
And a little more Latin too ; 
A little more Greek, five times a week. 
And then, my boys, weVe through. 

Since then I've seen them often, 

I could not tell how many ; 
O what a happy boy I'd be 

If I had not seen any. 
They've fizzled me in Algebra, 

And flunked me in Surveying ; 
The only thing that I surveyed 

Was girls who were a Maying. 
Chorus. — O a little more mathematics, &c. 



But we are through with tutor-dom, 

And their examinations ; 
And on the morrow start for home. 

With fond anticipations. 
But wasn't that a glorious thing. 
The taking of those questions ? 
For what a bore it would have been, 
To've crammed all Conic Sections ! 
Chorus, — Then a little more mathematics, 
And a little more Latin too ; 
For two years more will soon be o'er, ( 

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Song. 



By E. P. DYER, JR., '61. 



Air—" Sparkling and Bright'* 
Joyous and free our hearts shall be, 

At the fest-al board regaling ; 
We've escaped the storm, and our hearts are warm, 

As our ship goes onward sailing. 

Chorus. — Then sing to-night, for our hearts are light, 
And we feel not a pang of sorrow, 
For our ship floats gay through the bright 
sea spray, 
And we hope for a fair to-morrow. 

Our gallant craft at the billows laughed, 
When they rose like mountains o'er us, 

She stood the strife like a thing of life. 
As she cast the spray before us. 

Chorus. — Then sing to-night, &c. 

When the thunders roared and the waters poured , 

She rejoiced, to the music dancing, 
And she left a trail, as white as a sail. 

Or the foam of a war-horse prancing. 
Chorus.— Then sing to-night, &c. 

We are sailing on by the zephyrs blown. 

And the distant port we're nearing ; 
Our banner free floats o'er the sea, 

Like a bird on the wing careering. 
Chorus. — ^Then sing to-night, &c. 

Then rejoice anew, our exulting crew, 

Hope on from the mom to the even ; 
When our sails are furled for another world, 

May we sing on the shore of heaven. 

Chorus. — Then sing to-night, for our hearts are light. 
And we feel not a pang of sorrow ; 
We've escaped the storm and our hearts are 
warm. 
And we hope for a fair to-morrow. 






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MISCELLANEOUS SONGS. 



Hie Away. 



Magio Selected. 



Worda— C. H. Sweetber. 



Ck>inei ling to the plea-Bures be - fore us, The eho - nu, Up- 



roar-looB we*Uedi-o a - round, Thrice happy and joy-ous the 



honxB, Whose flowers In bowers of £ - ly - siam are found. Hie a - 



-way I Hie a -way I Hie a- way I Hie a -way to the pleasures we 



love, For we will be mer-ry to- day, While the 



skies are smiling a • bove. Hie a - way I Hie a - wayl 



Ah, now the sweet fairy is nearer, 

For clearer 
I hear her beguile to her dell ; 
" Come away to my palace of pleasure, 

No measure 
Of treasure its joys can excel ; 

Come away I (thrice) 
Come away to the pleasures you love, 
For you may be merry to-day, 
WhUe the sides are smiling above ; 

Come away I Come away I'* 



Like mist the hours are retreating, 

So fleeting I 
Still beating Eternity's shore ; 
Then sing while time is before us, 

The chorus 
Uproarous now echo once more ; 

Hie away I (thrice) 
Hie away to the pleasures we love. 
For we will be merry to-day, 
While the skies are smiling above ; 

Hie away I Hie away ! 






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My Last Cigar. 



AuEb—" Dearest May:' 

'Twas off the bine Canary Jsles, one glorions sommer day ; 
I sat upon the quarter deck and whiffed my care away. 
And as the wreathing smoke arose like incense from afar, 
^ I heaved a sigh to think, forsooth, it was my last cigar I 
GHOBUS.~It was my last cigar, 

It was my last cigar, 
I heaved a sigh to think, forsooth, 
It was my last cigar I 

I sat upon the quarter deck and looked down in the sea, 
£*en there the volumed wreaths of smoke were curling graceftdly; 
But what had I at such a time to do with wasting care ? 
Alas the heaving sigh proclaimed, it was my last cigar I 
Chorus.— It was my last cigar. 
It was my last cigar, 
Alas the heaving sigh proclaimed 
It was my last cigar I 

I watched the ashes as they came fast drawing towards the end ; 
I watched them as a friend would watch beside a dying friend ; 
But still the fire kept slowly on, then vanished into air ; 
I flung it from me— spare the tale, it was my last cigar I 
Chorus. — ^It was my last cigar. 
It waB my last cigar, 
I flung it fr^m me, spare the tale, 
It was my last cigar I 

rye seen the land of all I love, fade o'er the waters dim, 
I've hung around the bleeding heart where once fond hope had been, 
But I never knew the sorrow which could with that compare, 
When off the blue Canary isles, I smoked my last cigar I 
Chorus. — ^I smoked my last cigar, 
I smoked my last cigar. 
When off the blue Canary isles, 
I smoked my last cigar I 

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Song. 



By. 



-,'45. 



Air — " Some love to roam" 

Some love the sight of the stormy fight, 

And of banners waving free, 
But the voice of mirth round the social hearth. 

And a home of peace for me. 
Oh ! the skies are bright of a winter's night, 

When the hills are white with snow. 
As with shout and song and the bell's ding dong 

We merrily, merrily go 

Ho, ho. 

Some love to swell the deafening yell 

That rises for the great. 
As 'mid praises loud of the thronging crowd 

They move in princely state. 
But the murmuring rill from the verdant hill, 

And the wild-bird's song in spring, 
Are the sounds to charm when the heart is warm, 

And to give to the free soul wing 
Ho, ho. 

And some delight in the festive night. 

In the reveler's maddening glee, 
When the wine is poured round the jovial board. 

And the song swells high and free. 
But the meadows green, and the forests seen 

When the day-god sinks to rest, 
And hath left his beams on the hills and streams, 

Are the scenes that suit me best 
Ho, ho. 



IntheceaseleJUoflife"" 

Fiate are better far than powder 
In the cause of truth and rirtt 
An^«,e,a,way. apeak the ,„"t' 
^*anar„ofirouu„-,ht. 

in the grove" and on the •< «een " 
^'^-^^'-e^-erous brother, ^"' 
Not a dusty book machine ! 
Chorus. 




Song. 

»^ *"W. ADAMS, ,g^ 

Lik« , ^~"*«-^*'«»«r» 

^ speed OUT c^i, J , 

Tie wreath irfi'n t- ^^^^^^t praise 

^oondourCoUegedayB. 



SiUena canescit- 

Chorus 



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SONGS OF AMHERST. 



Song. 

By G. L. GOODALE, 'Sa 

Am—" Vive L^Anufur." 

In je days when ye Salvages lived in ye land ; 

Vive le Capitaine John ! 
And ye Ix\jnn papooses dug holes in ye sand ; 

Vive le Capitaine John ! 
A mayden was bom of ye cannibal race, 
Who delighted not in ye fighte or chase, 
Bnt loved to view ye jovial face 

Of ye jollie Capitaine John. 

But now as the legend doth tmly relate ; 

Vive le Capitaine John ! 
Poor Johnnie was taken and doomed to his fate ; 

Vive le Capitaine John I 
He was doomed to be hung, or be knocked on ye head 
By ye salvage adze of ye Injuns red, 
Until indeed he was dead-dead-dead ! 

Vive le Capitaine John ! 

Now Pocahontas hearing ye vote ; 

Yive le Capitaine John ! 
She took some birch barque and thereupon wrote 

"Vive le Capitaine John !" 
If you'll promise to give your heart to me 
Tou shall keep your head, and go scot free 
And together we'll live, right jollilie 

Vive le Capitaine John I 

But Johnnie ye gay deceiver alas ! 

Vive le Capitaine John ! 
When he'd saved his scalp, it came to pass 

Vive le Capitaine John ! 
He packed up his trunk and fled from the shore 
And left Pocahontas his loss to deplore 
While Johnnie was more than **haif seas o^er*^ 

Vive le Capitaine John ! 



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Song, 



By- 



AlR-— " Cheer up my livdy lads.'* 
O what makes all the Freshmen sigh, 
What Pjthians they at playing — " bawl," 
Whatever*8 wet will soon get dry — 
Water like pride mmt have hfall ! 
So cheer up, young Freshman Green 
In spite of smoke and water, 
And when you too as Sophs, are seen 
Just give the Freshmen *' quarter" (quarts of water.) 

And what makes all the Fresh, so 6raoe, 

Sophs. " call" not for their profit 

But they must fight — (with strong rear-guard 

Of Juniors in the closet !) 

Yet cheer up young Freshman Green — 

A chair is not a " billy" — 

And ** carnal weapons" too are keen, 

Just kick like any filly ! 

And what makes all the Fresh, so smart 

And punctual at prayers, — 

Their dreams of course are very sweet. 

The Yaledic. is theirs ! 

Then cheer up ! young Freshman Green 

And cut a few more dashes — 

The morning bell you'll quicker hear 

If some " brick" bats your sashes. 

But ah dear Fresh, did you remark 
Your " standing" was quite frail ? 
** Conditions" and the College well. 
Were never known io fail. 
So cheer up ! the Profs, will see 
That you're in good " condition"s 
To enjoy vacation well, you know, 
— If you've paid your tuition. 






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Bat then, beware ! don't venture near 

The Cab'nets when so " new"— 

For ** fresh lappUes*' thej want, and might 

For " specimens*' seize you ! 

Yet cheer np ! now is the time 

To do some huge resolving. 

For you so green, may yet be Prof., 

In the College world's revolving ! 

Once more — ^a little kind advice — 
The Sophs, pray don't abuse 'em, 
But take umbrellas on your arms 
And when it " sprinkles" — use 'em / 
And cheer up — if standing well 
Tou'U stand it through the quarter, 
But nothing take inside or out 
But the Yaledic, — or water. 



Revelry of the Dying.* 

Air — *' Atoay tcith melancholy" 

We meet 'neath the sounding rafter. 

And the walls around are bare. 
As they shout to our peals of laughter. 

It seems that the dead are there. 
But stand to your glasses, steady ! 

We drink to our comrades' eyes. 
Quaff a cup to the dead already ; 

And hurra ! for the next that dies. 

Not a sigh for the lot that darkles ; 

Not a tear for the friends that sink ; 
We'll fall 'midst the wine cup's sparkles. 

As mute as the wine we drink. 
So stand to your glasses, steady ! 

'Tis this that respite buys ; 

* Composed by a British officer in India at a time -when the 
plagne was hourly gweepiag off his companions. He did not long 
gnrvive his wonderM production. 






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One cup to the dead already; 
Hurra ! for the next that dies. 

There's a mist on the glass congealing, 

*Tis the hurricane's fiery breath ; 
And thus does the warmth of feeling 

Turn ice in the grasp of death. 
Ho ! stand to your glasses, steady ! 

For a moment the Tapor flies ; 
A cup to the dead already ; 

Hurra ! for the next that dies. 

Who dreads to the dust returning 7 

Who shrinks from the sable shore ? 
Where the high and haughty yearning 

Of the soul shall sting no more. 
Ho ! stand to your glasses, steady ! 

The world is a world of lies ; 
A cup to the dead already ; 

Hurra ! for the next that dies. 

Cut off from the land that bore us, 

Betrayed by the land we find, 
Where the brightest have gone before us, 

And the dullest remain behind. 
Stand ! stand to your glasses, ready ! 

'Tis all we hare left to prize ; 
A cup to the dead already, 

And hurra ! for the next that dies. 



College Grrove. 

By GEO. G. PHIPPS, '62. 

Am— "itoci of Liberty." 

O the green old Grove, the College Grove, 

As grand as the bowers where the muses rove. 

Whose boughs have swung through the long years past 

In the zephyrs breath and the tempest's blast ! 

O where are those who beneath thy shade 



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Through these jears have swung and leaped and played ? 
As thy leaves have fallen year by year 
They have gone, al] gone — 

Their Yoices ring not here ! 

O the green old Grove, the College Grove, 
With crown of the pine and chestnut wove, 
Whose giant frame and whose arms of might 
With the midnight storm can wage the fight ! 
O hardier yet are the gallant ones 
Once nurtured here as the College sons, 
And with toils more fierce than their sports of youth 
Do they fight, now fight — 

In the world for Eight and Truth ! 

Then long old Grove may the shouts resound, 
And the brave youths sport on thy 'chanted ground ; 
May thy shadows ever dance and play 
On our College grounds, as they do this day! 
And when the wintry storm shall rave 
And thy roar resounds like the ocean wave, 
May thy voice ennerve each College son, 
* Stand firm, stand firm- 
Till the storm of life is done' ! 



Death in the Pot. 

By E. P. DYER, JR., '61. 

Am—" Upidee:' 
The shades of night were fleeing fast, 
As through the Amherst village passed, 
A youth who with a husky throat. 
Poured out this strange discordant note, 

Upidee, &c. 

His brow was sad : his blackened eye 
Flashed like a raisin in a pie, 
And like a croaking fish-horn rung 
The accents of that unknown tongue. 
^ Upidee, &c. 



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In happj homes he saw no light, 
Yet o'er his head the moon was bright ; 
That moon to him was thirty-fold, 
As from his lips the music rolled, 

Upidee, &c. 

" Try not to pass" the Guide-post said, 
" The walk is dangerous where you tread ;" 
But heeding not, he tripped and fell, 
Yet from his throat the song came still, 

Upidee, &c. 

" Oh stay" the Gutter said, and rest 
Thy weary head upon this breast ;" 
" Not yet" he sighed, and reeled along, 
While from his larynx burst the song, 

Upidee, &c. 

" Beware the Tutor's watchful eye, 
Beware the Prex — he may be nigh," 
Thus spake the Threshold as he fell, 
But still he answered with a yell, 

Upidee, &c. 

At break of day when prayer bell tolled. 
And students from their slumber rolled, 
He started not, but turning o'er. 
Still sang the strain he sang before, 

Upidee, &c. 

A student, from the nasal sound, 
Sprawled on the garret floor was found. 
They shook him — pinched him, rolled him o'er, 
But still he answered with a snore, 

Upidee, &c. 

There in the twilight cold and gray, 
Dead drunk, yet beautiful he lay, 
While from his throat, perfumed with gin. 
Still rose the song with grating din, 
, . Upidee, &c. 

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&ONaS OF AMHEBST. 



Moral. 
And now the moral sure must come,— 
Don't drink that horrid, filthy rttm, 
If jou would see a single moon, 
Nor fling the chorofl ont of tnne, 

Upidee, &c. 



Pratres Sophomores. 

By *e2. 

Air — '• Lauriger.** 

Fratres macti virtute ! 
Fortes Sophomores ! 
Celebremus carmine 
Curas mitiores. 

Chorus. — Ergo setatis flore, 

Cnram expellamus ; 
In carmen una voce 
Musam inyocamns. 

" Negari non potest quin" 

Ex equo pugnare 
Dulce sit ; sed istud non 

Licet deamare. 

Chorus. — Ergo cetatis flore, &c. 

Nemo temporis gradam 

Potest retardare, 
Ita carmen itemm 

Oportet sonare. 

Chorus.— Ergo setatis flore, &c. 






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Ode. 

By E. P. DYER, JR., '61. 

As mounts the sun the Eastern sky, 

Amid a thousand hues, 
He puts to flight the shades of night 

And drinks the sparkling dews, — 
So glorious Truth shall rise and shine 

To light Earth's moral sky, 
Till beams divine, from Error's shrine 

Shall bid the darkness fly. 

Then, brothers, take your weapons up ! 

For glorious strife prepare ! 
Against the wrong be brave and strong 

And valiant every where, — 
Your banner's motto, '* Simple Truth," 

Your sword, the mighty Pen, 
And your defence, the Eloquence 

Of love to God and men. 

Then, boldly gird your armor on, 

And bear a helping hand, 
Prepared to fight the foes of Right, 

Who dare the Truth withstand : 
For they the victory ne'er shall win. 

Though leagued with Wrong and Might, 
For Power must yield to Truth the field, 

And Wrong must bow to Right. 



Song. 

By E. N. ANDREWS, '61. 

Air—" Old English Gentleman:' 

Some years ago, — say three or so. 
Possessing little knowledge, 

I thought I would (if that I could (?) ) 
Get into Amherst College. 



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SONGS OF AHHEBST. 



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Well I got in,— just saved my skin, 

With inward shouts of joy : 
* The past' said I, is * alihi' 

And I'm no more a boy. 

' Praterii, sum alibi 

Nee ego plus puer.* 

But ah for me, as you will see, 
IVe made a grand mistake ! 

No Valedic. for this poor chick, — 
No laurels can I take, 

Since Fate displays one of three ways 
Those " foot-prints" to secure ; — 

The * via Greek,' — which Ty-ros seek, 
Next * Verbose literature,' 
Et * via Fem,* ad Hadley Sem, 
Idest, *Puella-ture*! 

The latter course was my resource, 

And ah ! I rue the day. 
But ' Amherst girls' have lost their curls, 

And some are turning g^ey. 
Who have withstood till maiden-hood (?) 

The college private-tears ! 

wretched man, if that you can 

Flirt with them so fo(u)r years ; 
For it is wrong, O yes quite wrong, 
To fool them so four years ! 

And now dear friend, while near my end, 
(The end of College life,) 

1 say to you in words most true ; 

(* Unless you need a wife, — ) 
Just save your dinner for needy times 

And bid the * shes' farewell; 
Stick to the Greek, and honor seek. 

And mind the College bell ; 

Learn well your Greek and honor seek 

In wooing College bell(e)s.' 



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Latiriger. 

Poet of the laurel wreath, 

Horace, true thy saying^ ; 
" Time outstrips the tempest's breath ; 
For no mortal staying." 
Chorus.— Bring me cups that Bacchus crowns, 
Cups on mirth attending ; 
Give me blushing maidens' frowns, 
Frowns in kisses ending. 

Sweetly grows the grape, the maid. 

Each in beauty peerless ; 
But to me bereft and sad, 

Wintry age comes cheerless. 
Chorus.— Bring me, &c. 

Though enduring fame be mine, 
This shall yield no pleasure ; 
Let me then, in love and wine, 
Find exhaustless treasure. 
Chorus.— Bring me, &c. 

Selection. 



College BelL 

Am — " Dutch Company,*^ 

Ven I vakes in de morning, I hear de pig pell, 
Den I tinks I can shnooze a very little spell. 
Chorus.— For de student company be a shleepy company, 
And dey are so shleepy as neber vas he. 

Den I reach out of ped and sthrike a little light, 

And go to shleep again, mit von eye open tight* 

Chorus. 

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43 SONOS OF AMHERST. 



I hear de second pell as he sthrike de first ten, 
De toder eye come open, and I go to shleep again. 
Chorus. 

• I hear de first alarm and I tinks I must rishe, 
I lean upon mj elpos and den I rubs mine ejes. 

Chorus. 
For de college pell pe a perj pig pore, 
And I yish de man rat rings him vonldn't ring him anj 
more. 

Chorus. 

De next alarm pegins and I shump out on de floor,| 
I stands dere for a minit and den pegins to shnore. 
Chorus. 

Mine eyes be so shleepy dat I cannot hardly see, 
So I puts mine veskit vere mine pants ought to be. 
Chorus. 

Den I goes up to de shapel for to hear de Prex pray, 
But I pe so very shleepy, I don*t know yat he say. 
Chorus. 

I goes to set down, but I shumps up on my feet, 
For I gets much vounded mit a pin in my seat. 

Chorus. 
Den de Prex reads de verses and de choir begin to sing, 
I try to go to shleep again but can do no such ting. 

Chorus. — ^For de choir yen dey sings dey make such a 

noise 
I tinks dey must pe tomcats mit tails pulled py de poys. 

Den I goes to mine grub but cannot keep awake. 
And I goes to shleep again mit a mouf full of steak. 
Chorus. 



So all through te day I shnooze yen I can. 
And bimeby I tinks I make vide ayake man. 



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Sleigliing Song. 

By C. H. SWEETSEB, 'GSL 



Am—" Sparkling and Bright:' 

Gliding along like a fairy song 
Or the mist at early dawning, 
We leave behind the trackless wind 

And speed away 'till morning. 
Chorus. — For the moon is bright and our hearts are light, 
So shout to joys before us, 
In waves prolong the gladsome song, 
For welcome skies are o'er us. 

Bards may sing with a musical ring 
To their love for a summer's daj, 
But better for me the crystal sea 

With a ride in a bouncing sleigh ; 
Chorus. — Then pour the song in waves along, 
For the skies are blue above us ; 
And far away by the golden day, 
We've many a friend to love us. 

What a ditty swells to the jingling bells 

As we list their merry chiming, 
Like the sweet aspires of seraph choirs, 

'Neath the cloud with a silver lining. 
Chorus. — Then pour the song, &c. 

In yonder cells the debauchee dwells. 

On his pallet of straw reclining ; 
But we see no form of a threatening storm. 

Save the cloud with a silver lining. 
Chorus. — ^Then pour the song, &c. 

As down life's tide we carelessly glide. 

Our souls will oft be burning, 
With many a joy without alloy 

To memory's fount returning. 
Chorus.— Then pour the song, &c. 



Song. 



By P. W. ADAMS, '62. 



Air—" LisUn to the Mocking Bird,'* 

I'm dreaming now of Hadlej, South Hadley, South 

Hadley, 
I'm dreaming now of Hadley, 
And my cousins all lo hlooming and so fair ; 
And time would pass most sadly, most sadly, most sadly, 
And time would pass most sadly, 
Were it not that I could meet my cousins there. 

Chorus. 

Listen to the zephyr*s tale, 

Listen to the zephyr's tale. 
The zephyrs speak in murmuring accents near. 

Listen to the zephyr's tale. 

Listen to the zephyr's tale. 
They bring my cousin's whispers to my ear ! 



The mountains ne'er shall sever, shall serer, shall sever, 
The mountains ne'er shall sever, 
Our hearts so firmly bound in friendship's ties ; 
But may my heart forever, forever, forever, 
Be near the cousins I so highly prize ! 
Chorus. 

When I part with College sadly, ah sadly, too sadly. 
When I part with College sadly. 
And these halcyon days will be forever gone ; 
I'll take the road to Hadley, South Hadley, South Hadley , 
I'll take the road to Hadley, 
And with a cousin take my journey home. 
Chorus. 






SONGS OF AMHERST. 



Evening Song. 




Words and Music by G. G. Phipps. 



p When the moon - - light 's gen-tly fall - Ing On the 




mom - ing, Forth we wander for an hour. To the mor-row Leave all 




sorrow, Free from care away we rove, boys ; For our hearts are light, And the 




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stars are as bright, Aa the mer-ryJ>lack eyes we love, boys. 



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While the deepening hnsh of evening 
Bringg the tender thoughts that charm, 
While our distant friends are dreaming, 
Forth we wander arm in arm. 

Now goodbye To the books so dry. Nature's books are not so tough, 

boys, 
And the skies so blue — ^Let them whisper to you, Of the soft blue 

eyei you love, boys. 

Hear the breezes softly singing 
Melodies of far away, 
Voices sweet from loved homes bringing, 
"Yes — ^we've missed you here to-day." 
Hear them sigh— While through the sky, The dusky clouds sail 

swift along, boys. 
And they make you think — As quick as a wink, — Of those hazel 
eyes you love, boys. 

But the days and years are fleeting, 
College clips not Time's gray wing, 
Then "away with melancholy," 
Not much longer here we'll sing. 
But what care we — ^Where'er we be. Merry hearts make sunny 

weather, 
So come along, And swell the song. We are jolly good friends 
together. 



Song. 

By F. BROWNING, '61. 

Air—" Few Days:' 
My College course must have an end, 

In a few days, few days, 
Unless some chap has cash to lend, 

I'm going home ; 
My College term bill I must pay. 

In a few days, few days, 
Or else I shall be sent away. 

So I'm going home. 
Chorus.— Farewell to College duties, 
(Few days) — Bis. 
Farewell to Amherst beauties, 
I'm going home. 









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My coat will let my elbows through, 

In a (few dayB)—Bis. 
I'm sure I don't know what to do, 

So I'm going home ; 
My purse has been so very light, 

These tew days, tew days, 
That nary cent has* blessed my sight, 

So I'm going home. 
Chorus.— Farewell, &c. 

No doubt the ladies all will cry. 

In a (few days) — Bis. 
When I shall say to each good bye, 

I'm going home. 
I shall not hear the chapel bell. 

In a (few days) — Bis. 
Nor shall I fizzle under Snell, 

I'm going home. 
Chorus.— Farewell, &c. 

I'll take my satchel in my hand. 

In a (few days) — Bis. 
And travel towards my fatherland, 
I'm going home. 
Chorus.— Farewell, &c. 



Song, 

The King of the Cannibal Islands. 

Oh have you heard the story of late, 

And if you've not its in my pate. 

About a mighty potentate. 

The King of the Cannibal Islands. 

Chorus. — Hokee pokee winkee wung, 

Polly ma-koo komo-ling kung, 
Hangaree wangaree ching-i-ring chung^ 
The King of the Cannibal Islands. 









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He dined on Clergymen cold and raw, 
And slaughtered them all without license or law, 
He never took less at a meal than four, 
This King of the Cannibal Islands. 
Chorus. — Hokee pokee, &c. 

Woman pudding and babj sauce, 
Little boy pie for a second course, 
He swallowed them all without any remorse, 
The King of the Cannibal Islands. 
Chorus. — Hokee pokee, &c. 

But the worst of my story remains to be told, 
It did not agree with his earthly mould. 
He died of eating his Clergymen cold. 
The King of the Cannibal Islands. 
Chorus. — ^Hokee pokee, &c. 

The last words of this Monarch bold. 
Were not bequeathing his lands or gold, 
But warning all against Clergymen cold. 
The King of the Cannibal Islands. 
Chorus. — Hokee pokee, &c. 



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Vacation Song. 

By W. M. POMEROY, '61. 



Air—" Homeward Bound." 

Weary and faint, with the toils of the t^rm, 

We're homeward bound, homeward bound : 
Joyous and gay, towards our homes now we turn, 

We're homeward bound, homeward bound ; 
There we've a father, and there dwells our mother, 
There we have left a sister and brother. 
And who can tell, but perhaps there's another, 
We're homeward bound, homeward bound. 



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Latin and Greek are good in their place, 

We're homeward honnd, homeward hound : 
Much may thej help U8 in life's toilsome race. 

We're homeward hound, homeward bound ; 
But we can leave them without e'en a sigh, 
Never a tear-drop will come to the eye, 
Our bondage is passed, and our freedom is nigh, 
We're homeward bound, homeward bound. 

Often we've drank at the old College well, 

We*re homeward bound, homeward bound : 
Frequent we've sped at the call of the bell. 

We're homeward bound, homeward bound ; 
Now we will leave them and hasten away, 
Love is inviting and we must not stay. 
At home will we be ere the close of the day, 
We're homeward bound, homeward bound. 

Life is before us, unknown and untried. 

We're homeward bound, homeward bound : 
But naught need we fear, with truth for our guide. 

We're homeward bound, homeward bound ; 
At home may we rest, in the harbor at last. 

Like the trim ship when the tempest is past. 
Untouched by storms, and unscathed by th» blast, 

We're homeward, homeward bound. 



Song, 

By J. PLANE, '57. 



Ajr—" Benny Havens, O." 

Come all ye merry claasmatea, and let us raise the song, 
And loudly gwell its chonu, its joyous notes prolong; 
To noble Alma Mater a tribnte shall be given, 
A heartfelt, glowfaig tribute by the class of -57. 

The class of 'St, the class.of '57, 
A heartfelt, glowing tribute by the class of '57. 



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We love our Alma Mater, for she to ug is kind, 
And ever does she bleaa ua with ready heart to mind ; 
And, when in fUture yean a£Eur away we roam. 
Oar thoughts will often linger around our Amherst home, 
Our lovely Amherst home, our lovely Amherst home. 
Our thoughts will often linger around our Amherst home. 

Its pleasant hills and valleys, enchanting to the view, 
Have won our admiration of Nature's beauty true, 
Their grandeur far surpasses the noblest works of art, 
They've taught us many a lesson and disciplined the heart. 
Our lovely Amherst home, &c 

In Science and in Letters, our Alma Mater's fame 
Extendeth far and wide, her praises loud proclaim, 
Her numerous rocks and shells and tracks of ancient birds 
Have won the admiration of many gazing crowds. 
Our lovely Amherst home, Sec, 

Her Profs, are men of learning, of noble heart and mind, 
A better band of teachers you no where else can find. 
Her boys are jolly students, with motives pure and high, 
Their fame will never languish, their name will never die. 
Our lovely Amherst home, &c. 

Then shout for Amherst College and join the merry song, ^ 
And loudly swell its chorus, its joyous notes prolong ; 
To noble Alma Mater a tribute shall be given, 
A heartfelt glowing tribute by the class of *S7. 

The dass of '57, the class of '57, 
A heartfelt glowing tribute by the class of '57. 



Song. 

By F. BROWNING, '61. 

Air—" Captain Kidd." 
We're through with Freshman year, 

(Freshman year) — Bis. 
We're through with Freshman year, 

(Freshman year) 
We're through w^ith Freshman year — 
Let all the people hear \ 

And drink a glass of beer 

To Freshman year. 






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We're through with Freshman year, &c. 

It always was a bore — 
Its troubles now are o'er, 
We're Freshmen now no more — 

Freshman year. 
We're through with Freshman year, &c. 

With a "Balbus" for our guide, 
And a " Kai Gar" by our side, 
We've managed to abide — 

Freshman year. 
We're through with Freshman year, &c. 

Although not taught by Snell, 
Hydraulics we learned well, 
And found that water fell — 

Freshman year. 
We're through with Freshman year, &c. 

And in Prometheus bound, 
And Livy so profound, 
Some discipline was found — 

Freshman year. 
HniTah for (Sophomore year) — Ter. 
Hurrah for (Sophomore year) — Bis. 

Hurrah for Sophomore year — 
We're p^lad that it is here — 
It brings with it good cheer — 

Sophomore year. 



Song. 



By 



'62. 






Air — " Its the way we have in the army.^ 

Come let us join uproarious. 
In one tumultuous chorus, 
To brighter days before us, 

Long live old '62 ! 



SONQS OF AHHEBST. 



And first we will acknowledge, 
That ere we came to college, 
We had bat little knowledge, 

So about for '62 ! 

Bat with the warmest yearning. 
Oar souls were ever burning, 
That wreaths of golden learning 

Might crown old '62 ! 

So we took our destination 
Within the Freshman station, 
The lowest in creation, 

To crown old '62 1 

Wild beat the storms around us, 
And hard they tried to ground us. 
But firm as rocks thej found us, 

Long live old *62 .' 

But the pulse of time is beating. 
And fast the hours are fleeting 
When we shall hear the greeting 
• Of long live '62 ! 

So let us join uproarious, 
In one tumultuous chorus. 
To brighter days before us. 

Long live old '62 ! 

Hurra ! Hurra ! Hurra, boys. 
Hurra ! Hurra ! Hurra, boys. 
Hurra I Hurra ! Hurra, boys. 
Hurra for 62 ! 






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Vacation Song. 

By P. W. ADAMS, '62. 

Air—" Dearest Ma^." 
What thoughts of well-remembered scenes these weary hearts renew, 
When like a friend of cherished worth, vacation heaves in view I 
She brings a tide of golden joys we weU have learned to prize, 
And in oar heart's most sacred nook, their hallowed memory lies. 
Chorus. — Then here's for home and social cheer. 
Unlinked with care and pain, 
Forever treasured — ever dear — 
We soon shall meet again I 

We brush away no truant tear that gathers in our eye, 
We strive with every effort vain to check no rising sigh; 
For 'tis a joy to leave awhile these halls of learning's pride, 
And meet once more our home and friends, worth all the world besides. 
Chorus.— Then here's for home, &c. 

Dear " Alma Mater" fare thee well, thou'rt ever good and kind, 
And though our heart rejoices much, we leave it half behind. 
But we're going home— we're going home — to Mends we long to see. 
And when a few blest days are passed, we're coming back to thee. 
Chorus. — Then here's for home, &c 



Song. 

By B. Z. LEWIS, '68. 
AlR— " J LUtle More Cider.'' 



List to the word the prophet speaks* 

And mark his accents well ; 
Let not the lightest tone be lost 

Of all he hath to tell. ^ 

He sings of times far off, indeed, 

But his words will all prove true. 
He speaks of Amherst College, 
And the Class of Sixty-Two. > 

The Class of Sixty-Two, 
The Class of Sixty-Two, 
Oh ! ne'er again will you see such men 
As the Class of Sixty-Two. 



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In days to come, from far and near 

Shall gather learned men, 
Who triumph not with sword and spear, 

But with the Toice and pen : 
They'll seat themselves upon a hill, 

And though at first but few, 
They'll shout for Amherst College, 

And the Class of Sixty-Two. 

But though of genius they may boast 

Who other classes form, 
And intellects of highest stamp 

And hearts the world to storm, 
Tet will they gain no meed of praise 

When brought with these In view. 
Who stand in Amherst College 

As the Class of Sixty-Two. 



Song. 

By E. N. ANDREWS, '61. 

Air—" The Promise Land.'' 

I have a cousin in a distant land ; 
Have you a cousin in that Holy' — land ? 
I'm going away, the mountains o'er. 
To see her in the Hadley land. 
Chorus. — Hie away, fly away to that lovely clime. 

Like a bird, like a bird in the Autumn time ; 

O haste away, while *' Mater" says you may. 

To see her in the Hadley land. 

Sweet are the flowers in that distant land. 
Sweeter our cousins of that Holy' — band ; 
Come let us go the mountains o'er, 
To see them in the Hadley land. 
Chorus,— Hie away, fly away, &c. 



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Three sammers only and the fair bird's grown, 
Three summers only and the consin has flown ! 
O haste awaj while " Mater' ' says yon may, 
To see her in the Hadley land. 
Chorus. — Hie away, fly away, &c. 

To all the boys at "Amherst," 'tis a beauteous land, 
To many of " Old Amherst" a Beidah land ! 
Then hie away in buggy, boots, or sleigh. 
To see her in the Hadley land. 
Chorus. — ^Hie away, fly away, &c. 



Song. 

By , '53. 

Air— ** Ben Boft." 
Oh ! don't you remember the loved ones at home ; 

The loved ones, whose parting so kind, 
Whose warm silent tear-drops, that bade me adieu, 

Of home and the loved ones remind. 
Oh ! the dear old home, that so sadly we left. 

How soon shall we see thee again! 
And live o'er the scenes of the bright sunny hours, 

That our memories fondly enchain. 

And don't you remember when twilight had thrown 

Her mantle of grey o'er the skies, 
In the far distant home of the student, we thought 

Of those dear ones, and love's honied prize. 
Oh ! the dear old home, our childhood's home, 

Thy charms we can never forget ! 
For the warm loving hearts, and the bright beaming eyesi 

That so often in childhood we've met. 

But soon shall our greetings be mingled again, 
And our hearts, throbbing pleasure, unite 



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With the loved ones at home, that forever and aye 
To their hosoms their loved ones invite. 

Oh ! the dear old home, our childhood's home, 
Now soon shall we see thee again ! 

And live o*er the scenes of the bright sunnj hours, 
That our memories fondly enchain. 



"Integer Vitae." 



Integer vitae, seelerisqae pnras 
Non eget Mauris jacnlis, neque arcn, 
Nee venenatis gravida sagittis, 
Fusee pharetra ; 

Sive per Syrtes iter aestuosas, 
Sive factums per inhospitalem 
Caucasum, vel quae loca fabulosus 
Lambit Hydaspes. 

Namque me silva lupus in Sabina, 
Dum meam canto Lalagen, et ultra 
Terminum curis vagor ezpeditis, 
Fugit inermem : 

Quale portentum neque militaris, 
Daunias latis alit aesculetis, 
Nee Jubae tellus generat, leonum 
Arida nutrix. 

Pone me, pigris ubi nulla campis 
Arbor aestiva recreatur aura, 
Quod latus mundi nebulae malusqne 
Jupiter urget ; 

Pone sub curru nimium propinqui 
Solis, in terra domibus negata : 
Dttlce ridentem Lalagen amabo, 
Dulce loquentem. 



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SONGS OF AMHERST. 



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Onr College Home, 

By C. H. SWEETSER, '62. 

Air—" Ellen Bayne." 

When in the fatare 

Life's fairy sail. 
Fills to the tempest, 

Sways with the gale ; 
When trouble's billows 

Ruthlessly surge, 
Sighing their solemn, 

Pitiless dirge. 

Chorus. 
Far beyond the plaintiye roar, 
On a well-remembered shore, 
Angel hand will ope the door. 
Sad to remind. 

When we shall battle 

Strong in the strife. 
Eager to conquer 

Bravely in life ; 
When hours of sadness 

Hover around. 
Moaning their dismal, 

Sorrowful sound. 

Chorus. 

Then above the battle's din. 

Ere we lasting laurels win. 

Gladly will we look within 

Memory's shrine. 






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Song. 



By A. BRYANT, '62. 

Air—'' MarseiUes Hymn:* 
We blame not those who love the mountains 

That stand around the green-banked Rhine, 
Where Wisdom brings from classic fountains 

Rare draughts for those who seek her shrine : 
But dearer is the gentle riyer 
That winds by Amhei-st on the plain, 
And fresher are the wreathes we claim 
For these familiar Mounts around her. 
Chorus. 
Then, hand in hand, brave hearts ! 

Each manly pulse beat true. 
Press on! Press on! we Ve brothers all 
Of noble Sixtj-Two. 

Let Poets sing in lavish numbers, 

Of hills where Cam and Iser run. 
Yet star-eyed Truth has bold defenders 

Beneath our own New England sun ; 
Behold her gallant legions coming 

Within these halls, devoted band, 

To scatter blessings o'er the land 
And guard from foes around it swarming. 
Chorus. 

Our Hitchcock heard the mountain voices 

Together sing the psalm of time, 
And learned to trace the march of ages 

By foot-prints worn in every clime ; 
Like him we'll watch the feeble dawning 

Whose wings are lifting on our toil. 
And sow with hope the fruitful soil. 

To shout the harvest home at morning. 
Chorus. 



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Song. 



By- 



'59. 



Air—" Sweet Home:' 

'Mid the bustle of life with its glitter and woe, 
'Mid its pleasures and perils, wherever we go, 
One spot shall go with us, on memory's scroll, 
With the scenes of our boyhood, embalmed in our soul. 

The scenes of Old Amherst are stamped on our heart. 
Though from their dear presence at length we must part, 
We know all the mountains, the grove, and the streams, 
And the forests and flowers shall live in our dreams. 

Those halls where so often we met to recite, — 
The teachers who sat there to guide us aright, — 
Oh ! oft may they rise with each virtue illumed. 
And with charity's focus each fault all consumed. 

With true voices and hearts let us all then unite 
To stand for our Mater, and live for the right ; — 
With spirits fraternal be filial and true. 
Looking upward and onward where comes no adieu. 



Song. 

By F. BROWNING, '61. 

Am — ^^ Benny Havens, O." 
Let Amherst's sons with one accord, exultant voices raise 
Until the very hills repeat, onr Alma Mater's praise. 

Long may her name and fame increase and spread thronghont the 

land, 
And may her sons forever prove, a firm, and fttithftil band. 

For Amherst College Oh— 

For Amherst College Oh— 
Our hearts shall ne'er forget thy love, nor what to thee we owe. 






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The monnti^iis which encompaM her, shall echo hack our song, 
From Holyoke peak, to Sngar Loaf theyll pass the word along, 
Her praise amidst the moantalBS, and the vaUeys, shall resound, 
Her sons, among the greatest^ and the noblest, shall be found. 
For Amherst College Oh, &c 

The years we spend within her walls, shall never be forgot, ^ 

But pleasant thoughts, we'll have of them whate'er may be our lot, 
And when we seek some other home and leave old College liill, -> 

Well love the name and speak the praise of Amherst College still. - 

For Amherst College Oh, &c 



Song. 

BY W. mVING ALLEN, '62. 

Am—" SparkUng and Bright:' 

We gather here with festive cheer, 

To drown all care and sorrow, 
And the happiest he whose thought is free 

From care for aught to-morrow. 

Chorus.— Then fill our glass 

To the rosy lass 
Whose eye with love is flashing, 

A beacon light 

To cheer our sight, 
As o*er life's wave we're dashing. 

We'll fling our sails to the moving gales 

That waft to the land of pleasure, 
And on the tide will gaily ride, 

To seek its richest treasure. 
Chorus. 

Oh if our mirth can lift from earth 

This blinding mist of error. 
We here awhile will thus beguile 

Old Time of half of his terror. 

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Chorus.— Then fill our glass 
To the rosy lass 
Whose eye with lore is flashing, 
A beacon light, 
To cheer our sight, 
As o*er life's wave we're dashing. 



The Crammers' Song. 

By "SIMON PURE." 



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Tune — Camptovm Races. 

College prammers sing this song, 

Cram oh ! Cram oh ! 
With their faces pale and long, 

Cram oh ! Cram away! 
Chorus. — ^We're bound to cram all night, 
We're bound to cram all day, 
Let stupid blockheads pony on. 
We'll cram and come what may. 

Up at morning, up at night. 

Cram oh ! Cram oh ! 
Midnight candles cost a sight, 

Cram oh ! Cram away ! 

Chorus. — We're bound, &c. 

Crammers' brains are rather cheap, 

Cram oh ! Cram oh ! 

Want but little food or sleep, 

Cram oh ! Cram away! 
Chorus. 

Caring naught for joys or pains. 

Cram oh ! Cram oh ! 
What's the use of haying brains ? 

Cram oh ! Cram away ! 
Chorus. 
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Fint-Class honors are the beat, 

Cram oh ! Cram oh ! 
Let the ponies take the rest, 

Cram oh ! Cram away ! 
Chorus. 



All expect the valedic— 
Tory, if we don't get sick, 



Cram oh ! Cram oh ! 



Cram oh ! Cram away I 



Chorus. 



So we crammers sing this song. 

Cram oh ! Cram oh ! 
Thonghts of honors ! how they throng ! 

Cram oh ! Cram away! 
Chorus. 



Q-audeamua 



Gaudeamus igitar, 

JuYones dam sumus ; 
Post jucundam juventutem, 
Post molestam senectutem 
Nos habebit humus. 

Ubi sunt, qui ante nos 

In mundo fiiere ? 
Transeas ad superos, 
Abeas ad inferos, 

Quos si yis videre. 

Vita nostra brevis est, 

Brevi finietur, 
Venit mors relociter, 
Rapit nos atrociter, 

Nemini parcetur. 






SONGS OP AMHEBST. 



Vivat acidemia, 

Vivant professores, 
Vivat membrum quodlibet, 
Yiyant membra, qaaelibet, 

Semper sint in flore. 

Vivant omnes virgines, 

Faciles, fbrmosae, 
Vivant et mulieres, 
Tenerae amabiles, 

Bonae laboriosae. 

Vivat et republica, 

Et qui illam regit, 
Vivat nostra civitas, 
Maccenatnm caritas, 

Quae nos hie protegit. 

Pereat tristitia, 

Pereant osores, 
Pereat diabolus, 
Quivis antibnrschias, 

Atque irrisores. 

Selection. 



Amherst and Holyoke. 

By W. M. POMEROY, '61. 

Air — CrambambuH, 

Come Amherst boys, your anthem pealing, 

Sing praises to the young and fair ; 
While evening comes so gently stealing, 
And choicest perfumes load the air. 
For Holyoke girls we'll sing this song, 
The wind shall waft the strain along, 
And echo will the distant notes prolong. 



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We love to drink at wisdom's fountain, 

And strive to quench our longing thirst, 
But better still to climb the mountain, 
And drink at love's bright fountain burst. 
For Holyoke girls we'll sing this song. 
The wind shall waft the strain along. 
And echo will the distant notes prolong. 

We first will mind the call of duty, 
I Nor pass our tasks but lightly by, 

^ And then we'll heed the voice of beauty. 

And listen to its softest sigh. 
For Holyoke girls we'll sing this song. 
The wind shall waft the strain along. 
And echo will the distant notes prolong. 



;! ALUMNI AND PARTINQ SONGS. 



Aliinini Song. 

By C. H. SWEETSER, '62. 

Air—" Lutzow's WUd Hunt:' 

As the warrior hosts on the grim battle plain 
When the shades of night have descended, 

Their homeward course in sorrowful train 
To the marshal camp have wended, 

To count their spoils by the curling flames, 

And call again their comrades' names ; 

As the bird that chirped in the old oak tree 
When the summer's sun was gleaming. 

Returns in spring o'er the foaming sea 
To the home of its early dreaming. 

And seeks again the beautiful flowers 

That cheered its merry infant hours ; 



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So the wandering sons of a college home 
When the clouds of life are palling, 

Respond with joy and quickly return 
At their Alma Mater's calling ; 

And thrilled by memory's tearful cell 

Number the strokes of the funeral bell. 

Many a comrade that stood by our side 
When the blasts were gently blowing, 

Many a one in his manhood's pride 
With strength and beauty glowing, 

Is free from the world's relentless strife 

As be sweetly floats on the River of Life. 

And some are roaming the " wide, wide world," 

The torch of justice bearing, 
Their banners of love to the winds unfurled, 

The ways of sin repairing ; 
And their rich reward it seems to me 
A king might wish to hold in fee. 

But some are left to gather to^ay 

Around this shrine of learning. 
To note how swift they're passing away 

As the wheel of time is turning ; 
Passing away to the better land 
Where angels wait with beckoning hand. 



Song. 

By *56. 

Air—" The Lone Starry Hour*:' 

O the bright happy hours behind us, 

Affection will ever revere. 
And memory oft will remind us 

Of days passed pleasantly here. 
And O, if these pleasures must perish, 

If we wander together no more, 
Their fond recollection we'll cherish, 

And think of them when they are o'er. 

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still there are joya for the present ; 

We'll seize them before they have flown, 
And hope they may prove but as pleasant, 

As those we have hitherto known. 
And O, if these too must all perish, 

If we wander together no more, 
Their fond recollection we'll cherish, 

And think of them when they are o'er. 

There are pleasures still waiting before us, 

That will gladden our life's rising day. 
And hopes brightly beaming are o'er us, 

To cheer us along on our way. 
Then O, if these pleasures will perish, 

And we wander together no more. 
Our hopes of the future we'll cherish, 

And think of those pleasures in store 

Song. 

By , '56. 

Am—" Old Amherst:' 
Our College race we have run, boys, 
Our College work we have done, boys. 
And now we are in for fun, boys. 

To drive dull care away. 
Chorus.— To drive dull care away, boys, 
To drive dull care away, 
'Tis a way we have in old Amherst, &c. 
We're through with examination, 
And now comes on vacation, 
'Tis time for recreation, 

To drive dull care away. 
Chorus.— To drive, &c. 
Good-bye to College cronies. 
Farewell to College ponies. 
A glorious fellow, old Bohn is 
To drive dull care away. 
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We'll drink no more at the well, boys, 
We'll run no more for the bell, boys, 
No more can its tone compel, boys, 
So drive dull care away. 
Chorus.— To drive, &c. 

Then we'll be jolly to-day, boys, 
Merry, merry and gay, boys, 
There's nothing at all in the way, boys, 
To drive dull enre away. 

Chorus.— To drive, &c. 



Song. 



By 



'56. 



Air—** Auld Lang Syne" 

Come, classmates join our parting song, 

Round friendship's hallowed shrine. 
We'll sing of joys which now are gone, 
And days of ** auld lang syne." 

Chorus. — For *' auld lang syne" we sing. 
For " auld lang syne ;" 
We'll take a cup of kindness yet, 
For *• auld lang syne." 

Together have we labored here. 

In truth's delightful mine, 
And still our hearts will hold most dear 

The days of ** auld lang syne." 

Chorus.— For ** auld lang syne," &c. 

The light of these departed years, 

Will down life's pathway shine, 
To cheer us on through toils and fears, 

With thoughts of ** auld lang syne." 

Chorus.— For ** auld lang syne," &c. 



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Here, while affection'i lasting band, 

Shall round oar hearts entwine, 
We'll give and take the warm right hand, 

For days of " auld lang syne." 

CHORUS.~For " auld lang syne," &c. 

And though we bid a sad adieu, 

To friends we must resign, 
Full oft will memory point us to 

The days of " auld lang syne." 

Chorus.— For " auld lang syne," &c. 

WeVe been warm friends, and still will be 

True friends till life's decline ; 
And when we meet in friendship sweet, 

We'll sing of " auld lang syne." 

Chorus.— For " auld lang syne," &c. 



Song. 

By ,'58. 

Air—" Cocachdunk," 

Years of boyhood now are ended, 
Years of College end at last ; 

College scenes will soon be blended 
With the memories of the past. 

Now upon life's threshold standing, 
Peering down its mystic halls ; 

O'er its prospect, broad-expanding, 
Listening to its varied calls. 

Let us pause a little season, 
Pause awhile at this glad hour, — 

Listen to a feast of reason, — 
Give to flowing souls their power. 






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Here once more, in happy meeting, 
Gathered round the festiye board 

While the hours of night are fleeting, 
Seize the pleasures they aflford. 

Let no memory sad and painful 
Of the days we here have spent — 

Let no Envy, cold, disdainful. 
Dare a single joy prevent. 

For the future's shadowy regions. 
Let no dark forebodings rise, 

Grief and care may bring their legions, 
He who fears them is not wise. 

While the present pours its treasures, 
Let us grasp each sacred joy, 

Sowing seeds of future pleasures 
Which shall thrive when cares annoy. 



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Air — " Happy are toe to-nightJ'^ 

Happy are we to-night, boys, 

Happy, happy are we, 
True friendship we will plight, boys, 

To-night our hearts are free. 
Loud and long we'll swell the song. 

And banish every care, 
Four years of toil have passed away. 

And each has borne his share. 
Chorus. — Happy are we to-night, boys, 
Happy, happy are we ; 
True friendship we will plight, boys. 
To-night our hearts are free. 



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Many an hour has been sad, boys, 

Many, many an hoar ; 
But now our hearts are glad, boys, 

And sadness has no power, 
To-night our souls together blend, 

Together blend and flow, 
As rain-drops from the skies unite, 

And into rivers grow. 
Chorus. ( 

Time ever hurries fast, boys, 

Bapidly hurries away ; 
And soon these scenes will be past, boys, 

For Time will never delay. 
We soon shall tread the glowing sands. 

Each one to strive alone ; 
But here we've trod together, boys, 

And into manhood grown. 

Chorus. — Happy are we, &c. 

Never where'er we rove, boys, 

Where'er our lot is cast. 
Shall memory cease to love, boys, . 

To linger round the past. 
Age may come and bring us cares, 

And Time may make us sad ; 
But we, to-night, can joyfully sing. 

For all our hearts are glad. 

Chorus. — Then merrily sing to-night, boys, 
Happy, happy are we. 
True friendship we will plight, boys, 
To-night our hearts are free. 



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Am—** Auld Lang Syne:' 

Together let our voices ring, 

To celebrate this day, 
Together let us join and sing, 

As brothers onlj maj. 
First to the God who reigns above. 

Our tribute will we raise, 
And give to him our warmest love, 

And sing to him our praise. 

His watchful care has kept tis all, 

While dangers have been near, 
His goodness and His mercy call. 

For hymns of lofty cheer. 
But some among that former band, 

Who met four years ago, 
Have felt the touch of death's cold hand. 

And in the grave lie low. 

United in the past weVe been. 

United here to-day, 
United, may we ever be. 

United, when away. 
When to life's future scenes we come. 

To other thoughts incline. 
We'll ne'er forget our College Home, 

Nor days of Auld Lang Syne. 



Song. 

By ^,'55. 

Am—" Ofi in the stiUy night." 
Oft in our future coui'se. 

When other ties shall bind us. 
Shall Memory's gentle force 

Of all these scenes remind us : 



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Oar classmates dear 

Assembled here, 
The parting word now spoken, 

Oar stadies done, 

Life's toil begun, — 
Oor noble band unbroken. 
Thus in oar fature lives. 
When other ties shall bind us, 

Fond memories shall arise. 
And of these scenes remind us. 

When we remember those 
Young hearts with ours united. 
Who ere our journey's close. 
In bloom of youth were blighted, 
We'll drop a tear 
Upon their bier. 
While fondly we will cherish 
Their blooming youth. 
Their spotless truth, 
Kor let their mem'ries perish. 
Thus we'll remember those 
Young hearts with ours united, 
Who e'er our journey's close. 
In bloom of youth were blighted. 

Then oft in future years. 
When other ties shall bind us, 

With mingled smiles and tears, 
We'll of these scenes remind us : 
Our classmates dear, 
Who with us here 
Have trod life's path together. 
And in our heart 
Shall e'er have part, 
And be forgotten never. 

Thus oft in future years. 
When other ties shall bind us, 

With mingled smiles and tears, 
We'll of these scenes remind us. 



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