Excuse me, you fellows—a Captain must carp—
Buzz her in!
The fielding's disgusting! when crossing our swords,
Or rather our bats, on the greensward of Lords
You must loose some few of your muscular cords—
Buzz her in!
Let her come like a flash, and remember, shy straight!
Buzz her in!
We don't want a fourer made into an eight—
Buzz her in!