I now must be content with chats, Farewell to "Town!" farewell to "Gown!" I've quite outgrown the latter,Instead of Trencher-cap my head Will soon be in a platter! O why did I at Brazen-Nose Rout up the roots of knowledge? For sorrow I could stick myself, One thing I ask-when I am dead, And past the Stygian ditchesAnd that is, let my schoolmaster Have one of my two flitches: 'Twas he who taught my letters so I ne'er mistook or miss'd 'em, Simply by ringing at the nose, According to Bell's system. |