A piece written for the members of the Concentores (glee club).

Lyrics: Anon

Away! Let nought to love displeasing
My Winifreda move thy fear;
Let nought delay the heav'nly blessing,
Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy care:
What tho' no grants of royal donors
With pompous titles grace our blood;
We'll shine in more substantial honours,
And to be noble we'll be good.

Through youth and age in love excelling
We'll hand in hand together rove;
Sweet smiling peace shall crown our dwelling,
And babes, sweet smiling babes, our love.
And when with envy time transported
Shall think to rob us of our joys;
You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I'll go wooing in my boys.