Cricket Songs and other trifling verses penned by one of the Authors of "Thistledown." [i.e. by N. R. Gale] |
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H. FIBBS.
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H. FIBBS.
(WITH SINCERE APOLOGIES TO MR. BRET HARTE.)
Which I wish to remark,
And my language is plain,
That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
A chap in the “Town” is peculiar,
Which the same I would rise to explain.
And my language is plain,
That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
A chap in the “Town” is peculiar,
Which the same I would rise to explain.
H. Fibbs was his name;
And I shall not deny,
In regard to the same
What that name might imply;
But his method of scoring was faulty
As I frequent remarked to Jack Fry.
And I shall not deny,
In regard to the same
What that name might imply;
But his method of scoring was faulty
As I frequent remarked to Jack Fry.
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It was August the third,
And quite soft were the skies;
Which it might be inferred
That H. Fibbs was likewise;
Yet he scored for the “Town” in a House Match
In a manner I wholly despise.
And quite soft were the skies;
Which it might be inferred
That H. Fibbs was likewise;
Yet he scored for the “Town” in a House Match
In a manner I wholly despise.
Which we had a stiff game,
And H. Fibbs worked the score:
It was Cricket. The same
We shall ever deplore;
But he grinned as he pointed his pencil,
And added a five or a four.
And H. Fibbs worked the score:
It was Cricket. The same
We shall ever deplore;
But he grinned as he pointed his pencil,
And added a five or a four.
Yet the runs were took down
In a way that I grieve,
And 'twas plain that the “Town”
Had a bit up their sleeve,
For he introduced sixes and sevens,
And the same with intent to deceive.
In a way that I grieve,
And 'twas plain that the “Town”
Had a bit up their sleeve,
For he introduced sixes and sevens,
And the same with intent to deceive.
When the innings was o'er
We raced in with glee
To examine the score—
But we said “Can this be?
We are ruined! Come, let us belabour
This Warwickshire ‘Heathen Chinee!’”
We raced in with glee
To examine the score—
But we said “Can this be?
We are ruined! Come, let us belabour
This Warwickshire ‘Heathen Chinee!’”
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In the game that ensued
I did not take a hand,
But the grass it was strewed
Like the leaves on the strand
With the extras H. Fibbs had been giving
In a game we did not understand.
I did not take a hand,
But the grass it was strewed
Like the leaves on the strand
With the extras H. Fibbs had been giving
In a game we did not understand.
In the score, which was long,
There were eighty-four byes,—
Which is coming it strong,
Yet I write without lies;
And the total (six hundred and fifty)
Gave rise to no little surprise.
There were eighty-four byes,—
Which is coming it strong,
Yet I write without lies;
And the total (six hundred and fifty)
Gave rise to no little surprise.
Which is why I remark
And my language is plain
That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
A chap in the “Town” is peculiar,—
Which the same I make bold to maintain.
And my language is plain
That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
A chap in the “Town” is peculiar,—
Which the same I make bold to maintain.
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