OXFORD. CAMBRIDGE.
1. R. T. RAIKES. 1. J. STILL.
2. F. CROWDER. 2. J. R. SELWYN.
3. W. FREEMAN. 3. J. A. BOURKE.
4. F. WILLAN. 4. J. FORTESCUE.
5. E. F. HENLEY. 5. D. F. STEVENSON.
6. W. W. WOOD. 6. R. A. KINGLAKE.
7. H. P. SENHOUSE. 7. H. WATNEY.
8. M. BROWN. 8. W. R. GRIFFITHS.
Steerer--C. R. W. TOTTENHAM. Steerer--A. FORBES.
Attend, all ye who wish to see the names
of each stout crew,
Who've come to town from cap and gown to
fight for their favourite blue.
OXFORD.
First TOTTENHAM comes, a well-known name, that
cattle driving Cox'en.
Who oft to victory has steer'd his gallant team of Oxon.
O'er Putney's course so well can he that team in safety goad,
That we ought to call old Father Thames the
Oxford-Tottenham Road.
Then comes the Stroke, a mariner of merit and renown;
Since dark blue are his colours, he can never be dun-brown.
Ye who would at your leisure his heroic deeds peruse,
Go, read Tom Brown at Oxford by the other Tom--TOM HUGHES.
Next SENHOUSE, short for Senate-house, but long
enough for seven,
Shall to the eight-oar'd ship impart a sen-at-orial leaven.
Then Number Six (no truer word was ever said in joke)
In keeping with his name of WOOD, has heart and limbs of oak.
The voice of all aquatic men the praise of "Five" proclaims;
No finer sight can eye delight than "HENLEY-upon-Thames."
Then Number Four who is heaver far than a number of Macmillan,
Though WILLAN'S his name may well exclaim,
"Here I am, but I hain't a willan."
Then FREEMAN rows at Number Three, in a freer and manly style;
No finer oar was e'er produced by the Tiber, Thames, or Nile.
Let politicians, if they please, rob freemen of their vote,
Provided they leave Oxford men a FREEMAN for their boat.
Among the crowd of oarsmen proud no name
will fame shout louder
Than his who sits at Number Two, the straight
and upright CROWDER.
Then RAIKES rows bow, and we must allow that
with all the weight that's aft
The bow-oar gives a rakish air to the bows o'
the dark-blue craft.
This is the crew, who've donned dark blue, and
no stouter team of Oxon
Has ploughed the waves of old Father Thames,
or owned a better Cox'en.
1. R. T. RAIKES. 1. J. STILL.
2. F. CROWDER. 2. J. R. SELWYN.
3. W. FREEMAN. 3. J. A. BOURKE.
4. F. WILLAN. 4. J. FORTESCUE.
5. E. F. HENLEY. 5. D. F. STEVENSON.
6. W. W. WOOD. 6. R. A. KINGLAKE.
7. H. P. SENHOUSE. 7. H. WATNEY.
8. M. BROWN. 8. W. R. GRIFFITHS.
Steerer--C. R. W. TOTTENHAM. Steerer--A. FORBES.
Attend, all ye who wish to see the names
of each stout crew,
Who've come to town from cap and gown to
fight for their favourite blue.
OXFORD.
First TOTTENHAM comes, a well-known name, that
cattle driving Cox'en.
Who oft to victory has steer'd his gallant team of Oxon.
O'er Putney's course so well can he that team in safety goad,
That we ought to call old Father Thames the
Oxford-Tottenham Road.
Then comes the Stroke, a mariner of merit and renown;
Since dark blue are his colours, he can never be dun-brown.
Ye who would at your leisure his heroic deeds peruse,
Go, read Tom Brown at Oxford by the other Tom--TOM HUGHES.
Next SENHOUSE, short for Senate-house, but long
enough for seven,
Shall to the eight-oar'd ship impart a sen-at-orial leaven.
Then Number Six (no truer word was ever said in joke)
In keeping with his name of WOOD, has heart and limbs of oak.
The voice of all aquatic men the praise of "Five" proclaims;
No finer sight can eye delight than "HENLEY-upon-Thames."
Then Number Four who is heaver far than a number of Macmillan,
Though WILLAN'S his name may well exclaim,
"Here I am, but I hain't a willan."
Then FREEMAN rows at Number Three, in a freer and manly style;
No finer oar was e'er produced by the Tiber, Thames, or Nile.
Let politicians, if they please, rob freemen of their vote,
Provided they leave Oxford men a FREEMAN for their boat.
Among the crowd of oarsmen proud no name
will fame shout louder
Than his who sits at Number Two, the straight
and upright CROWDER.
Then RAIKES rows bow, and we must allow that
with all the weight that's aft
The bow-oar gives a rakish air to the bows o'
the dark-blue craft.
This is the crew, who've donned dark blue, and
no stouter team of Oxon
Has ploughed the waves of old Father Thames,
or owned a better Cox'en.