Princeton.

Princeton.
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When first I went to Princeton I was just as green as green,
“Ding-dong, ding!” says the Old North bell,
To tell the truth I didn’t know a proctor from the Dean,
“Ding-dong, ding!” says the Old North bell.
I was an ig-no-ram-i-ous-or call me what you like
The Sophs they saw me coming as I hoofed it down the pike;
I’d never heard of Shakespeare or of Hen-ery Van Dyke.
“Ding-dong, ding!” says the Old North bell.

But you learn a lot at Princeton, at Princeton, at Princeton,
Though not so much in science or astronomy or law;
But the man who lingers here, sir, knows ginger-ale from beer, sir,
For liberal education thrives at Old Nassau.

When first I went to Princeton my mentality was rough,
“Ding-dong, ding!” says the Old North bell.
‘Twas filled with Greek and algebra and unimpor- tant stuff,
“Ding-dong, ding!” says the Old North bell.
I didn’t know a football from a pumpkin, so of course
Neglected education filled my conscience with re- morse,
Till I learned the Locomotive Yell and made the
welkin hoarse, “Ding-dong, ding!” says the Old North bell.

For you learn a lot at Princeton, at Princeton, at Princeton,
No scoffer at our Faculty can point a scoruful paw;
And when the “game” is right, sir, we oft stay up all night, sir,
A-getting our education down at Old Nassau.

When first I went to Princeton, just because they said ’twas right,
Who stole the clapper from the Old North bell?
According to the prophet curfew didn’t ring that night,
And never a ding dang the Old North bell.
They said that I was tender, so I got as tough as tripe,
They said that I was green, so I began to smoke a pipe,
And by my second season I was very, very ripe,
“Ding-dong, ding!” says the Old North bell.

For you learn a lot at Princeton, at Princeton, at
Princeton, Instructed by Minerva, that divine, didactic squaw;
You learn with Greek to grapple and how to cut your chapel,
For liberal education blooms at Old Nassau.