E .
N . da
C. Andrade .
STUDENTS'
SONG .
POR
God's sake, let us laugh
a little,
1
All
our days
we
strive
to seek
Things
the
world
calls
worthy , brittle
Bubbles
breaking while
we
speak .
Half believing
old
pretences ,
Fearing
censure
from
the wise ,
Down
we bow
'fore
what
our
senses
Tells
us
are
inanities.
The sun's out:
damn
their
teaching
The
sun 's
out :
damn all
preaching
We are wise , but we will
prove
We
are
not
too
wise
to
love.
Teachers , when
you've
often
said
it,
You
believe
much
foolishness
:
Preachers,
do
you
really
credit
All
you
tell
of
happiness
?
Poor
old
men
,
whose
brains
'
abortions
Seems such
lovely
children
:
fools
!
Twisters
of
the
world
's
proportions
,
Bad
old
pedants
of
the
schools
.
The
sun
's
out
:
skies
are
clearest
The year
's
young
:
kiss me
,
dearest
We are
fools
,
but we will
prove
Not
too
foolish
now
to
love
.