Norman Gale

Cricket Songs

Published by Good Press, 2019
goodpress@okpublishing.info
EAN 4064066154660

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PREFACE
IN SPRING
UP AT LORDS
OUT
LAY ON
RUB IT IN
BUZZ HER IN
A COLONIST
LIGHTNING (GREASED)
GOLF STEALS OUR YOUTH
A TOMBOY
ADVICE GRATIS
QUINQUAGINTA ANNOS NATUS
STAR-GAZING
O BOWLER, BOWLER
THE CHURCH CRICKETANT
REVENGE
CHUCK HER UP
TWO CRITICS
BUTTERED
SPARKLING
'DUCK'
ON THE SPOT
THE HOPE OF SURREY
BOMBASTES
ENGLAND V. AUSTRALIA
CRICKET ON THE HEARTH
DARK BLUE
THE LAST BALL OF SUMMER

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Four years ago the author of this book issued a slender volume of cricket songs. Seven of these are now reprinted; the rest are new.

The cricket ball, for the most part, is spoken of as a female. Once or twice the neuter gender is used. Varium et mutabile semper femina.

It is hoped that the introduction of the names of prominent players (and one critic) will cause no vexation.

Apologies are tendered to Mr. Moore and Mr. Shakespeare.



IN SPRING

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Grass begins to grow,
Winds to be more civil,
Rollers press the pitch
For to make it level:
Thrushes pipe a stave
In the budding thicket;
Snowdrops point to pads,
Crocuses to Cricket!
Soon will stand the Slip
Crouching for a capture;
Soon the slogger slog
Fours and fives in rapture!
Soon the curly lob
Find its love, the wicket;
Snowdrops point to pads,
Crocuses to Cricket!
Urchins in the road
Bowl with oblong pebbles,
Sending to each mate
Bursts of happy trebles:
In the words of slang,
Summer is the ticket!
Snowdrops point to pads,
Crocuses to Cricket!

UP AT LORDS

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When Stoddart makes her hum,
Up at Lords,
Till the bowler bites his thumb,
Up at Lords,
How the Middlesex supporters
Turn vociferous exhorters
As he jumps on Lockwood's Snorters,
Up at Lords!
When Stoddart makes her hum
Up at Lords,
And my country cousins come
Up at Lords
With their looks as sweet as honey,
And their exclamations funny,
I am prodigal of money
Up at Lords!
When Stoddart makes her hum
Up at Lords,
And the Surrey Skipper's glum
Up at Lords,
Oh! all my odds are even,
And (I hope to be forgiven)
'Tis a truly Cricket Heaven
Up at Lords!

OUT

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