Classic Poem

Oh the Presbyterian Whiggs
That taught us first these Scottish Jiggs:
Look how they Strut
Like Cock in a Rut
And they crow so merily merily.
But Oh! this Oxford, Oxford Town!
Our Clubs and Treats, will be run down
The Fleece, the Mitre, we shall want
The Castle and the Elephant!
Yet still we live in hope
That we shall scape the Rope
And pull the lawn sleeves down,
If Honi Soit
Get not a Doit
'Till we're sure that he's our own.