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| Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000) |
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Here
we go down the High,
Here we go round the tower, Hurry a little, a little, We'll do Oxford in an hour. This coat of arms with the reds and yellows Belongs to All Souls (come quietly through). They've no undergraduates, only Fellows: What do they do there? I haven't a clue. This is Christ Church: you may see a Canon — (The bigger the gun the bigger the bore). — No, not that pond with the little bare man on He's called Mercury, I told you before. All keep together now; where's my whistle? (It's all right, constable, there isn't a fire). What do you mean, a guided missile? Great heavens, no! That's Nuffield spire.
Here we go down the High,
Here we go round the tower, Hurry a little, a little, We'll do Oxford in an hour. Oxford Times, 7 June 1963 |