With their Tate-made rackets in their hands
And their dark blue flannel coats;
And the referee and the umpire skill’d
Lay to, hard by, in their boats.
Then the great Sir V. O. Verandah
Served his over-handed stroke,
And the crowd was hushed in silence,
And never a word was spoke:
But it came back down the side-lines,
And made the whitening fly,