And George Giffen, fadeless one,
Smote our trundlers with a coolness quite sublime.
Four—One—Four! The "wire" so saith!—
There was silence deep as death,
And our boldest held his breath
For a time.
But the hopes of England flushed
On that mighty Melbourne green;
How young Ward and Stoddart rushed
O'er the space those stumps between!