FALL OF WOLSEY
"King Henry VIII"
Shakespeare
Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.
Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell;
And when I am forgotten as I shall be
And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard of, say I taught thee,
Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,
Found thee a way, out of his wreck to rise in.
A sure and safe one though thy master miss'd it.
Mark but my fall, and that that ruined me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition;
By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Love thyself last, cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty,
Still in thy right hand carry quiet peace
To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's and truth's; then if thou fallest, O Cromwell,
Thou fallest a blessed martyr! Serve the king;
And-prithee, lead me in;
There take an inventory of all I have,
To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe
And my integrity to heaven is all
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell!
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed,
A youth who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
A banner with the strange device,
His brow was sad, his eye beneath,
Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,
And like a silver clarion rung,
The accents of that unknown tongue.
Excelsior!
In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam warm and bright,
Above the spectral glaciers shone,
And from his lips escaped a groan,
Excelsior!
"Try not the Pass!" the old man said,
"Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
The roaring torrent is deep and wide,"
And loud that clarion voice replied
"Excelsior"!
"O stay," the maiden said, "and rest
Thy weary head upon this breast!"
A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
But still he answered with a sigh,
"Excelsior"!
"Beware the pine tree's withered branch,
Beware the awful avalanche!"
This was the peasant's last good-night,
A voice replied far up the height
"Excelsior"!
At break of day as heavenward
The pious monks of Saint Bernard,
Uttered an oft repeated prayer,
A voice cried thru the startled air
"Excelsior"!
A traveler by the faithful hound,
Half buried in the snow was found,
Still grasping in the hand of ice,
That banner with the strange device,
Excelsior!
There in the twilight cold and gray,
Lifeless but beautiful he lay,
And from the sky, serene and far,
A voice fell like a falling star,
Let every good fellow now fill up his glass, Vive la compagnie,
And drink to the health of our glorious class,
Vive la compagnie.
Cho.-Vive l' Amour, vive l'Amour,
Vive l'Amour, vive l'Amour,
Vive l'Amour, vive l'Amour,
Vive la compagnie.
Solomon Levi
My name is Solomon Levi,
At my store on Salem street,
That's where you'll buy your coat and vests,
And ev'ry thing that's neat.
I've second-handed ulsterettes,
And ev'rything that's fine,
For all the boys that trade with me
At a hundred and forty-nine.
Bull Dog
Oh the bull dog on the bank,
Oh the bull dog on the bank,
Oh the bull dog on the bank,
And the bull frog in the pool,
The bull dog on the bank,
Called the bull frog in the pool
A green old water fool,
Singing tra la la, tra la la,
Tra la la la la, tra la la la la lala.
Son of a Gambolier
Come join my humble ditty,
From Lippery town I steer,
Like every honest fellow
I take my lager beer.
Like every honest fellow
I take my whiskey clear.
I'm a rambling rake of poverty,
The son of a gambolier,
The son of a, son of a, son of a,
Son of a, son of a Gambolier,
The son of a, son of a, son of a,
Son of a, son of a Gambolier.
Like every honest fellow,
I take my whiskey clear.
I'm a rambling rake of poverty,
The son of a gambolier.
FAVORITE COLLEGE SONGS-Continued
Oh, My Darling Clementine
In a cavern in a canon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine.
Chorus:
Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost, and gone forever,
Drefful sorry, Clementine.
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
Give Me the Waltz
Oh, yes, give me the waltz, boy's,
That is the measure, bringing much pleasure;
Oh, yes, give me the waltz, boys,
That is the measure brings joy to me.
Harvard University Song
Fair Harvard! thy sons to thy jubilee throng,
And with blessings surrender thee o'er,
By these festival rites, from the age that is past,
To the age that is waiting before.
O relic and type of our ancestors' worth,
That has long kept their memory warm,
First flow'r of their wilderness, star of their night
Calm rising thro' change and thro' storm.
Farewell! be thy destinies onward and bright!
To thy children the lesson still give,
With freedom to think and with patience to bear,
And for right ever bravely to live.
Let not moss-covered error moor thee at its side,
As the world on truth's current glides by,
Be the herald of light and the bearer of love,
"Till the stock of the Puritan die.
FAVORITE COLLEGE SONGS-Continued
Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along,
Merrily we roll along, over the dark blue sea.
FAREWELL
Now, adieu, my love, forever,
Oh, embrace me, my heart is thine, love,
Grief and sorrow no heart can sever,
But thy heart, love, still is mine, love.
What can equal all my anguish.
Filled with grief my heart will languish.
Darling loved one, darling loved one,
Darling loved one, darling loved one,
Parting brings us pain and fear-
Dearest loved one, dearest loved one,
Parting brings us pain and fear-
Oh, parting brings such pain and fear.
If from Heav'n we could but borrow
One day only of fond affection,
We could almost in our sorrow
Find some joy in recollection.
Find the strength to suffer only
In the future dark and lonely,
Dearest love one, dearest loved one,
In the future dark and drear;
Darling loved one, dearest loved one,
In the future dark and drear-
Oh! the future dark and drear.
My dearest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe in skies so dull and gray;
Yet ere we part, one lesson I can leave you
For every day.
I'll teach you how to sing a clearer carol
Than lark who hails the dawn or breezy down; To earn yourself a purer poet's laurel
Than Shakespeare's crown.
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever,
Do noble things, not dream them all day long,
And so make Life, Death and that vast Forever
One grand sweet song.
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