At the door he made a din, Rap, rap, for the Greeking o’t! Is the Greek Professor in? Yes, yes, for the Greeking o’t! Sam his plea wi’ tears would win, He fleeched and grat his een quite blin’, To pluck him twice was just a sin, For a sma’ fault at the Greeking o’t! Professor was a kindly man, Ha, ha, the Greeking o’t! Felt for a’ the student clan That swat sair at the Greeking o’t, “Though your nae just in the van, My heart is wae your worth to ban Ye hae done the best ye can, So ye may past at the Greeking o’t!” Sam Sumph is now M.A., Ha, ha, for the Greeking o’t! He can preach and he can pray, That’s the fruit of the Greeking o’t. He can thunder loud and fell, An awfu’ power in him doth dwell, To ope and shut the gates of hell, That’s the prize o’ the Greeking o’t. Wait a year and ye will see, Ha, ha, the Greeking o’t! High upon the tap o’ the tree, Sam perch’d by the Greeking o’t! In the Kirk Assembly he Sits as big as big can be, Moderator Sam, D.D., That’s the crown o’ the Greeking o’t! JOHN STUART BLACKIE. From _Alma Mater_; Aberdeen University Magazine, December 9, 1885. ――――:o:―――― THE WHIGS OF AULD LANG SYNE. (_The Premier and the New Peers._) Should auld supporters be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld Whigs be remembered not By Whigs of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne my friends, For auld lang syne; We’ll gie ye baith a Peerage yet, For auld lang syne. We three hae tasted aft, at times, The sweets of office fine; And sighed for place for mony a day, Sin’ auld lang syne. For auld, &c. We three hae paddled, in our turn, The River down, to dine, And whiles without the whitebait gane, ’Sin auld lang syne. For auld, &c. Noo, gie’s a lift, my trusty friends, And here’s a lift o’ mine; And we’ll tak’ a right guid Johnnie-waught For auld lang syne. For auld lang, &c. And surely ye’ll be your staunch votes, As sure ye’re friends o’ mine, And we’ll tak’ a stoup o’Gladstone yet For auld lang syne. For auld, &c. _Punch_, December 30, 1865. ―――― SIR M. HICKS BEACH _singing_:―― Should auld acquaintance be forgot, As I’ve forgotten mine? Yes, certainly; for it is rot To talk o’ auld lang syne! For auld lang syne forsooth! For auld lang syne! I stabbed my auld frien’[26] in the back, For auld lang syne!