Well here's to good old Joseph Thence,
A Boggie through and through;
We miss you, Joseph, sorely; hence
We raise a toast to you.
Your views were coloured by events -
You nailed them to the mast;
We'll drink to you, poor Joseph Thence
A good man to the last.

You went to talk to Yellowstone
When all the trees were dead.
You tried to tell it to atone
And thence the flames you spread.
Your sweet intent brought heat intense
You braved the fiery blast;
We'll drink to you, poor Joseph Thence
A good man to the last.

A health campaigner you became;
The City took its dues.
You tried to play it at its game
And thence could only lose.
As it expounds at your expense,
The revenue is vast;
We'll drink to you, poor Joseph Thence
A good man to the last.

You woke the horse upon the hill
It rose at your behest,
But when you knew its wicked will
You laid it thence to rest.
You made amends, displayed immense
Repentance for your past;
We'll drink to you, poor Joseph Thence
A good man to the last.

Your daughter went into the wild
To listen to its song.
The wolves they took that little child,
And thence it all went wrong.
The scent of death, the death of sense,
You stood alone, aghast;
We'll drink to you, poor Joseph Thence
A good man to the last.

When folly raised the Behemoth,
You knew your cause was just.
You faced the desert's searing wrath
And thence dispersed as dust.
Your brave defense caused grave offense,
It happened all too fast;
We'll drink to you, poor Joseph Thence
A good man to the last.

- A favourite song among Boggies, commonly sung at Convocation.