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THE MASTER
Overhead a sky of speedwell,
Pampered yards of green below;
Girls to flutter each Brightonian
Substitute for Romeo;
Tents with beer for barleycorners
Husky at the luncheon hour;
All of these are proof that Cricket's
Bursting fiercely into flower.
Pampered yards of green below;
Girls to flutter each Brightonian
Substitute for Romeo;
Tents with beer for barleycorners
Husky at the luncheon hour;
All of these are proof that Cricket's
Bursting fiercely into flower.
Hove is where I breathe contented
Now that lilac in array
Publishes the white and purple
Masterpieces due to May.
Here I puff a cloud and wonder
What decrees of darkling Fate
Govern heroes soon to tackle
Every subterfuge of Tate.
Now that lilac in array
Publishes the white and purple
Masterpieces due to May.
Here I puff a cloud and wonder
What decrees of darkling Fate
Govern heroes soon to tackle
Every subterfuge of Tate.
Sinfield neck-and-crop to Langridge,
Nothing but a leg-bye scored!
Enters now the dreaded Hammond,
Gloucester County's overlord.
Deeper, Cover Point! and deeper,
You that guard the boundaries there!
When she comes you won't have even
Half a tick of time to spare!
Nothing but a leg-bye scored!
Enters now the dreaded Hammond,
Gloucester County's overlord.
Deeper, Cover Point! and deeper,
You that guard the boundaries there!
When she comes you won't have even
Half a tick of time to spare!
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Thud! She's made a fat civilian
Scuttle to preserve the bone
Threatened by a bomb of leather
Wensley could but leave alone.
Thud! She's squandered twenty schoolboys
Rolling in a general laugh.
How the antic figures caper
Furious on the Telegraph!
Scuttle to preserve the bone
Threatened by a bomb of leather
Wensley could but leave alone.
Thud! She's squandered twenty schoolboys
Rolling in a general laugh.
How the antic figures caper
Furious on the Telegraph!
This is almost youth recovered!
Keen I quiver in my chair,
Even sensing those electric
Crackles common to the hair.
This is England for the English,
Now that Hammond, come in May,
Drives his flock of Fours, presenting
Ringside hearts with holiday!
Keen I quiver in my chair,
Even sensing those electric
Crackles common to the hair.
This is England for the English,
Now that Hammond, come in May,
Drives his flock of Fours, presenting
Ringside hearts with holiday!
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