The Song of the Exiles
(From the United Services College "Chronicle," October 15, 1883.)
That long white Barrack by the Sea
Stares blankly seaward still,
But other grimy paws make free
With pignuts on "The Hill."
Fresh faces in the Gym appear,
New knives cut other names;
Fresh sinners carry on, I fear,
Our very same old games.
Terms come and go, scenes shift and fade,
The young moustache progresses;
In place of call-over, "parade,"
Instead of dinner, "messes."
By some mysterious law of fate
I cannot understand,
Most College fledgelings gravitate
To "India's coral strand."
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