But, hark! the portals sound, and pacing forth,
With steps, alas! too slow,
The College GYPTS, of high illustrious worth,
With all the dishes, in long order go.
In the midst a form divine,
Appears the fam'd sir-loin;
And soon, with plums and glory crown'd
Almighty pudding sheds its sweets around.
Heard ye the din of dinner bray?
Knife to fork, and fork to knife,
Unnumber'd heroes, in the glorious strife,
Through fish, flesh, pies, and puddings, cut their destin'd way.