Hirst his true "Yorkers" down the pitch will rain right.
Some holiday-makers seek the grassy down,
And some will bask by seashore, or on sunny cliff,
Give me to watch the fine straight bat of Brown,
The bail of Milligan, the catch of Tunnicliffe,
Dead level now are Lancashire and York,
The Red Rose and the White bear equal blossoms.
Now comes the tug of war! Now must we work,
Active as catamounts, and sly as 'possums.
But this we know—that at our noble game,