Jolly boating weather, And a harvest breeze, Blade on a feather, Shade off the trees.
|Swing, swing together
With your backs between you knees.
Skirting past the rushed, Ruffling o'er the weeds, Where the lock-stream gushes, Where the wild duck feeds.
|Let us see how the wine-glass flushes
At supper beyond the meads.
Some may be more clever, Others may make more row, But we'll row on forever, Steady from stern to bow.
|And youth will still be in our faces
As we cheer for the old time crew.
Twenty years hence this weather, May tempt us to go on a spree. We may be slow to feather, And seem to the boys N. G.
|But we'll still swing together.
And swear by the U. N. B.
Note(s): This song first appears in the 1898 edition of Carmina.
- Carmina Universitatis Novi Brunsvici. Fredericton, NB: University of New Brunswick, 1904.
- Carmina Universitatis Novi Brunsvici. Fredericton, NB: University of New Brunswick, 1898.
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