'Tis thy year, O Alma Mater, Of thy great Tercentenary. Time, thy years three hundred measures With his glass; the mighty Hour-glass Marks thy seconds, passing quickly, With grains of sand for e'er falling Through its glassy neck so slender, Let us sing to her, O students, A pæan song of natal greetings, Let us spread our banquet-tables In the halls of Edina's town. Let us drain to her good welfare Many bottles filled with good wine From the vineyard of the Loire, From the Spanish town of Xeres, From the town of great Oporto, From the country of the Deutchers, From the flow'ry land of Champagne; Let us drain the pewter tankards, Filled with Bass's bittery beer And with Dublin's triple X stout; Let us drain our glassy goblets, Filled with the wine of Gooseberry, Filled with clarets made in London, And with other imitations; Let us brew the Festive Toddy From the whisky, great Tanglefeet, On that morn--her natal morning! Sons and daughters of old Scotland, Land of Oatcakes and of Whisky, Don your costumes made for Sunday; O ye students of Edina, Put your "go-to-meetings" on you; O ye Dons, that festal morning, Don ye your gowns and mortar boards; Let the Billirubin warble One of his impromptu ditties, Physiologic songs of praise-- Sing the praise of Alma Mater; Let the great, her mighty surgeon, Throw his dazzling, lustrous sheen Of his intellect most massive, In a speech of his own making, Stock full of jokes and anecdotes-- Speak the praise of Alma Mater; Let them all, her swell Professors, Puff her up above the skies. From the Gardens to the Meadows, From the Loch--great Duddingston-- To the station of Haymarket, From the Place of the Lunatics To the town of Portobello-- Where the many donkey-riders Ride along its dirty sands; Where the fellows go on Sunday For a walk, and drink the _Ozone_ Wafted round promiscuously; Where they go to meet their damsels, And walk with them along the strand-- From Merchiston to Warriston, Let merry songs of praises ring On that day, her happy birthday. Now join with me, ye students all, Wish her now, your Alma Mater, Greatest wealth and prosperity. Hail to thee, O Alma Mater, School above schools upon this earth! Hail to thee, thou great Alchemist! Hail to thee, O Verdant Pasture! Hail to thee, O Parenchyma! Hail to thee, thou Grecian Pet! Hail to thee, the great Kail Runter! Hail to thee, O Billirubin! Hail to thee, O Wells of Water! Hail to thee, the Kitchen Surgeon! Hail to thee, thou Man of Physic! Hail to thee, thou Just Lawgiver! Hail to thee, the great Drug Speaker! Hail to thee, her Story-teller! Hail to thee, the great Dissector! Hail to thee, O Damsonjamer!