From Dalhousie University, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, circa 1980:

"In the Hills of ole CB, lived a boot black that was me,
and my father shovelled horse shit in the streets - In The Streets!
Then one day when I was young, he found diamonds in the dung, and he sent me off to University,
So Hail, Hail, to old Howe Hall, Raise your thunder mugs on high,
and we'll tip another glass, up to every horse's ass, in the good old fellowship of old Howe Hall"

"We're the Henderson Raiders, the raiders of the night!
We're dirty sons of bitches, we'd rather fuck than fight!
So Heidy deidy, Christ Almighty, Who the Hell are we?
We're the Henderson Raiders the studs of Dalhousie!"

"Sung by the Whorehouse Quartet!
Have you got a Hard on? Not yet!
Are you gonna get one? You Bet!
Who you gonna give it to, the Freshettes!
Those Fucking Whores...."


The funny thing was, I don't know any among us at the time that would have acted on the implications of these songs like it seems kids do today. We were less politically correct, yet maybe more respectful of the actual persons that were the women in our college life.

I remember several hundred of us, during Frosh week, being taught these songs, then marching, and chanting them outside the women's residences - to four floors of crammed open windows and a receptive audience no less!

I have only my own observations, this is in no way a rigorous examination, yet, at least in my circles, there was no one that would entertain anything that wasn't consensual sex, yet looking back at the lyrics of these songs with 25 years of perspective does make one wince...