Called The Student in a Tunnel. This is from an old book, words almost as my mother sang them, tho I think she used Harvard, rather than Princeton, as well, and at the end an earring...

THE STUDENT IN A TUNNEL

Coming home from Bangor, on a Pullman train
From six weeks of fishing, off the coast of Maine
Whiskers well extended, young mustache as well
Enter Princeton student, tall and dark and swell.

Empty seat behind him, no one at his side
Sets him down in silence for a lonely ride
Enter aged couple, take the hindmost seat;
Enter pretty maiden, bashful and petite.

Blushingly she falters, "Is this seat engaged?"
Sees the aged couple, rightfully enraged
Gallant Princeton student, says he'll see her through
Thinks he of the tunnel, and what he will do

On they ride in silence, while the cinders fly
Till the Princeton student gets one in his eye
Maiden sympathetic, turns herself about,
"Kind sir, may I help you try to get it out?"

When the Princeton student feels her gentle touch
And she gently murmurs, "Do I hurt you much?"
Then that Princeton student laughs with might and main
As into glorious darkness rides the Pullman train

Da da da...next verse da'da'd through

Out into the daylight rides the Pullman train
Maiden's hair is ruffled, just a tiny grain
Student's hair is tousled, tie is messed as well
Tiny hairpin in mustache, doesn't he look swell.

(maybe last line "Her earring in his mustache, doesn't...)

No date or attribution in book...

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