Hark! Hark! give heed to Wooglin's call:
Thrice welcome to the banquet hall!
The feast is spread, the wine is poured
Come, gather 'round the festal board.
And drink, drink, drink your nectare rare!
Drink, drink, banish all your care!
In rare old wine of thirty-nine
pledge grand old Beta
yours and mine
Before this joyous night is gone,
Before our last good song is sung,
And while the lamps are growing dim,
We'll strike our glasses brim to brim.
And drink, drink, drink your nectare rare!
Drink, drink, banish all your care!
In rare old wine of thirty-nine
pledge grand old Beta
yours and mine

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