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قراءة كتاب Cricket Songs
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 6
field,
To do or die for the sake of your school
Where many have slogged and many appealed!
You feel in your heart like such chaps as Grace,
Or Surrey's old glory, the steadfast Jupp,
When you yell 'How's that?' to the Umpire, Pratt,
And the oracle says—'Chuck her up!'
'Twas a catch that dismissed the finest foe,
And your Captain hastens to pat your back!
So you modestly call it a fluke, and show
The mark through the glove and the thumbnail's crack:
But Pater, watching the match from the tent,
Remembers your wish for a Bernard pup,
And makes up his mind to be extra kind
For the sake of the shout—'Chuck her up!'
Thus, too, when our Lion is great again,
And roars at the tramp of advancing foes,
You may purchase praise by a twinge of pain
In the midst of battle and giant blows!
And next, when the English Flag's on the hill—
Though many are never again to sup—
For love of your land where the words were planned
Cry out to your men—'Chuck her up!'
TWO CRITICS
When that I was a little lad
I dearly loved Amelia James;
She always seemed sunshiny glad,
And took such notice of the games!
Selina, who was Acton's pet,
Distinctly looked prepared to scratch;
She never stood behind the net,
And never came to watch a match.
But Miss Amelia took such pride
In all our study and our sport,
That once I think she nearly cried
When half our team got out for nought.
She knew the secrets of the slips;
And when a friend or foe played well
A cheer came from her kindly lips
That made a fellow feel a Swell!
We loved to see her freckled face,
We loved to hear her jolly fun;
We searched her out a shady place,
And clapped with her the stolen run.
I loved her most of all the men,
For Mother's eyes were such a blue;
I loved her as a boy of ten
Can love a girl of twenty-two!
One day we played a rival team,
And I made eighty-four, not out;
I knew Amelia's face would beam,
And sometimes heard her pretty shout!
At night the Doctor sent for me
And said my feat was not amiss;
Miss James, though, took me on her knee
And thanked me with a clinking kiss.
BUTTERED
Buttered again, by Jingo,
Buttered again!
Likely to make your lingo
Awfully plain!
Isn't it rough on the bowler, too,
Doing his level to cram on screw?
Easiest catches to three of the crew
Buttered again!
Stoddart dispenses stingo,
Buttered again!
Likely to make your lingo
Awfully plain!
Four to the Off and four to the On,
One on the road to, at least, Hong Kong,
One in the air to the ropes is gone—
Buttered again!
Fate not fit for a dingo—
Buttered again!
Likely to make your lingo
Awfully plain!
Bowl you yorker or bowl you a grub,
Cover and Wicket your efforts snub—
Too much salad—Ah, there is the rub—
Buttered again!
SPARKLING