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AFTER THE SOIREE by F. R. D. B.

First Line: I BESIDE THE BLUE-GATE LYING
Last Line: AFTER THE SOIREE.
Subject(s): PARTIES; UNIVERSITIES & COLLEGES;
I BESIDE the blue-gate lying,
Round and round all objects flying,
Just to reach my bed was trying,
After the Soiree.

Now I hear the music stopping,
Now the corks from champagne popping,
Now the wasted money dropping,
After the Soiree.

Now I sleep and now awaken,
Find myself by classmates taken
To the bed that I'd forsaken,
After the Soiree.

When the light of day comes o'er me,
What have I but flunks before me?
Greek and Latin, how they bore me,
After the Soiree.



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