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HAWKSHAW rd Trinity	A
PIGOTT Corpus	B
WATSON Pembroke	C
HAWKINS Lady Margaret	D
KINGLAKE rd Trinity	A
BORTHWICK st Trinity	A
STEAVENSON Trinity Hall	E
SELWYN rd Trinity	A
Steerer ARCHER Corpus	B
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BEFORE THE RACE	F
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Come list to me who wish to hear the glories of our crew	G
I'll tell you all the names of those who wear the Cambridge Blue	G
First HAWKSHAW comes a stalwart bow as tough as oak nay tougher	H
Look at him ye who wish to see the Antipodes to duffer	H
Swift as the Hawk in airy flight strong as the guardsman SHAW	I
We men of mortal muscles must contemplate him with awe	J
Though I dwell by Cam's slow river and I hope am not a bigot	K
I think that Isis cannot boast a better man than PIGOTT	K
Active and strong and steady and never known to shirk	L
Of Corpus the quintessence he is always fit for work	L
The men of Thames will be amazed when they see our Three so strong	M
And doubt if such a mighty form to mortal mould belong	M
What son is this they one and all will ask in awe and wonder	H
The men of Cam will answer make A mighty son of thunder	H
Next HAWKINS comes at number the sole surviving pet	N
Of the patroness of rowing the Lady Margaret	D
When they think of his broad shoulders and strong and sinewy arms	O
Nor parents dear nor brothers stern need foster fond alarms	O
O a tear of love maternal in Etona's eye will quiver	H
When she sees her favourate KINGLAKE also monarch of the river	H
Oh that I could honour fitly in this unassuming song	M
That wondrous combination of steady long and strong	M
Then comes a true blue mariner from the ever glorious First	P
In the golden arms of Glory and the lap of Victory nurst	P
Though blue may be his colours there are better oarsmen few	G
And Oxford when it sees him will perhaps look still more blue	G
Then comes the son of STEPHEN as solid as a wall	E
We need not add who know his name that he hails from Trinity Hall	E
Oh in the race when comes at last the struggle close and dire	Q
May he have the wind and courage of his tutor and his sire	H
May he think of all the glories of the ribbon black and white	P
And add another jewel to the diadem so bright	P
Then comes a name which Camus and Etona know full well	R
A name that's always sure to win and ne'er will prove a sell	R
O what joy will fill a Bishop's heart oft a far far distant shore	S
When he sees our Stroke reviving the memories of yore	S
Then old Cam will he revisit in fancy's fairy dream	T
And rouse once more with sounding oar the slow and sluggish stream	T
But who is this with voice so shrill so resolute and ready	P
Who cries so oft too late too soon quicker forward Steady steady	P
Why 'tis our young toxophilite our ARCHER bold and true	G
The lightest and the tightest who has ever steered light blue	G
O when he pulls the yielding string may he shoot both strong and straight	P
And may the night be swift and sure of his mighty arrows eight	P
May he add another victory to increase our Cambridge score	S
May Father Thames again behold the light blue to the fore	S
But ah the name of Victory falls feebly on my ear	U
Forgive me 'tis not cowardice that bids me shed this tear	V
I weep to think that three long years have looked on our defeat	P
For three long years we ne'er have known the taste of triumph sweet	P
O Father Cam O Father Thames O ye nymphs of Chiswick eyot	P
O Triton O Poseidon Take some pity on our fate	P
What's the use of resolution or of training or of science	W
If anxious friends and relatives to our efforts bid defiance	W
If they take our strongest heroes from the middle of the boat	P
Lest exposure to the weather should result in a sore throat	P
We've rowed our boat when wave on wave o'er ship and crew was dashing	X
And little were we troubled by the steamers and the splashing	X
O little do the light blues care when tempests round them gather	H
We'll meet the raging of the skies but not an angry father	H
For though our vessel sank our hearts were buoyant as a feather	H
Since we knew that we had done our best in spite of wind and weather	H
Then all ye Gods and Goddesses who rule o'er lake and river	H
O wipe away the trembling tear which in mine eye doth quiver	H
O wipe away the dire defeats that now we often suffer	H
Let not the name of Cambridge blue be breathed with that of duffer	H
O melt the hearts of governors for who can hope to thrive	Y
If when we're just together they despoil us of our Five	Y
And lastly when 'mid shouts and cheers and screams and deafening dins	W
The two boats start upon their course	W
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AFTER THE RACE	W
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Dei mihi Oxford wins	W
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Edward Woodley Bowling

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