Though the new county boundaries bother,
The cry of the boys will be “Play!”
Will it come like this terrible “tryer?”
Or come very much the reverse?
Will its scorings be lower or higher?
Will its weather be better or worse?
Will it favour the bowler or batter?
Will it come with dry turf and clear sky,
Or washy and squashy?—No matter:—
Good-bye to the Season—good-bye!