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Show NIL NISI BONUM. Dear henry's .gone! No more we'll see Him speeding o'er the chalk-marked lea. No more he'll buck the line and punt And do his wond'rous hurdling stunt; No more he'll dodge, and twist, and fight, And, unobserved, discreetly bite. He had his faults, ah, yes, but who Could tackle, lad, the same as you? And so they broke his head. Dear Prank's departed! Nevermore He'll equal, quite alone, the tscore Of all the team opposed. In vain We'll seek him on the bloodstained plain, No more he'll lay the runner low And give, unseen, the stinging blow. He had his faults, ah, yes, but none Was quite his equal on 'the run And so they broke his head. Dear William's left! He's gone to shores Where naught is known of football scores. His last touchdown is made, and we Shall nevermore such tackling see. He's kicked his final goal, alas! And made his final forward pass. HeAhad his faults, ah, yes, but then He kicked as none will kick again And so they broke his head. The Sun. |