2 Peel stood, steadily stood,
Just by the name in the carven wood,
Reading rapidly, all at ease,
Pages out of Demosthenes.
"Where has he got to? Tell him not to!"
All the scholars who hear him, cry;
"That's the lesson for, lesson for, lesson for,
That's the lesson for next July!"
3 Peel could never, you needs must own,
Rhyme one rhyme on the Peachey stone:
Byron never his task have said
Under the panel where Peel is read
"Even a goose's brain has uses "-
Cricketing comrades argued thus-
"Will they ever be, ever be, ever be,
Will they ever be boys like us?"
4 Byron lay, solemnly lay,
Dying for freedom far away;
Peel stood up on the famous floor,
Ruled the people and fed the poor;
None so narrow the range of Harrow,
Welcome poet and statesman too;
Doer and dreamer, dreamer, dreamer,
Doer and dreamer, dream and do!