Whan thatte the Sonne hadde hys course yronne
Acrosse þe Fens to Trumpingtoun
He passed þe windowe of þe Bo
And mayde hys schnoz to glowe.
Full sore the schnoz did pele and pine
For cooler daies of yore, whan eke the windes did whine
And chauntë solemne canticles about þe college
Impartyng esoterick knowledge
Unto yonge studients, that sluggardlie to classen goe
Under þe tutelage of Bo.