Page:Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson, Hitherto unpublished, 1921.djvu/103

 We shall never be sent for the tawse,

Nor lose places for coming too late;

We shall never be seventy-two,

Who now are but seven or eight!

We shall never have pennies for lunch,

We shall never be strapped by Maclean,

We shall never take gentlemen down,

Nor ever be schoolboys again.

But still for the sake of the past,

For the love of the days of lang syne

The remnant of seventy-two

Shall rally together to dine. [ 91 ]