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Most versions of the drinking song that you can find online do not have all the lyrics I recall from a recording my parents had back in the 50's. Here is a section that is hard to find.

To the Inn we're marching, for our throats are parching.

Under fruit tree arching in the month of May;

For there's no good fellow, when he's feeling mellow,

to the beer so yellow would say nay,

All in step we're swinging while we join in singing,

with our voices ringing in a merry rhyme.

There Is joy, a-bounding in our song resounding

while our steins are pounding all the time.

Cato, Plato, Cicero, They all make me sickero.

All good students love the ladies,

Homer, Xerxes, Xenophon. Twice as bad againophon.

All good teachers go to Hades.

Chemistry, advanced Biology, -ology,

Do not merit an apology;

Higher math. Stirs up wrath; Latin prose, thumb your nose.

Julius Caesar, he's a teaser. History's a mystery

Come boys, let's all be gay boy, for educations should be scientific play, boys.

Don't waste your time with books, boys, for every prudent student studies women's looks.

When old professors prate, boys, that we will flunk because we're drunk don't hesitate.

Though we get B-minus, it isn't on account of shyness.

We cut their classes for their dryness, boys.

In drinking we will graduate.

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