
The Bicycle
From age to age we change our ways;
We must turn History's course back
If we would seek the nobler days
When coaches rode on horseback.
Of course, we may at any time
Observe at our discretion
Sir Henry* riding by sublime,
Head of a proud procession;
But riding prancing, snorting bays
Is not much the liking
Of those who coach in Lents or Mays-
The mostly stick to biking.
O push-bike, what a help are you
In tow-path demonstrations,
Explaining to each budding Blue
The coach's inculcations!
"Observe how with a rapid poke
I keep this bike-wheel spinning;
That's what I mean, my worthy stroke,
By getting the beginning."
And if he has a proper lack
Of feeling, he'll exclaim,
"Bow, the roundness of your back
Would put this wheel to shame!"
A certain coach one time I knew
Who was forever shouting,
"Eyes in the boat!" until his crew
Dreaded the daily outing;
His really thoughtful two-wheeled steed
Threw him, by Baitsbite Locks;
When he emerged, all mud and week,
"Eyes in the boat!" cried cox.
* Sir Henry Howard, the well-known Trail Eight and lady Margaret coach. It is perhaps unnecessary to explain that "Eyes in the boat" as a means of attracting attention to something on the bank is a venerable joke on the Cam.
R.E. Swartwout
(Cox in Cambridge's winning 1930 crew)
See also No. 15 on the following link.
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