Of every well-delivered ball,
And every well-caught catch.
I fain would tell of Mr. Keggs
(They spiled and bunged his eye)
Of Barley-corn, and how his legs
Got twisted all a rye;
How Stoups, the umpire, stood too near,
And came to grief and harm;
How, when he fell they gave him beer,
Which acted like a barm;