A TOAST

The learned are all‘ in a swither,’

( They do n't very often agree,)

They know not her‘ whence’ nor her‘ whither,’

The Maiden we drink to together,

The College's Kate Kennedie!

Did she shine in days early or later?

Did she ever achieve a degree?

Was she pretty or plain? Did she mate, or

Live lonely? And who was the pater

Of mystical Kate Kennedie?

The learned may scorn her and scout her,

But true to her colours are WE,

The learned may mock her and flout her,

But surely we'll rally about her,

In the College that stands by the Sea!

So here's to her memory! here to

The mystical Maiden drink we,

We pledge her, and we'll persevere too,

Though the reason is not very clear to

The critical mind, nor to ME.

Here's to Kate! she's our own, and she's dear to

The College that stands by the Sea.