More Cricket Songs

by Norman Gale

REMEMBER, PLEASE!

When the run of the bowler is measured,

And he, with brows knotted,

Bowls fierce at your timber-yard treasured,

To pot, or be potted,

If the ball to the bone that is funny

Fly swift as a swallow,

And you squeal like a terrified bunny

As agonies follow:

Then, then is a capital season,

More fit than another,

Loose language of silly unreason

In courage to smother.

Clean speech is too frequently shamed

For Cricket to shame it!

One word is too often exclaimed

For you to exclaim it!

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