Let us drink to the joy of times past
Cautiously looking ahead
To a new and different cast
But let not tears be shed.
This this dance of life, this boston,
Is full of beginnings but also ends
Our tatterdemalion souls so often
Quail to part with such dear friends.
Strength dear heart
We must now part
You mean so much more to me
but I must bid au revoir to thee.