Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл)

Up at Lords

    When Stoddart makes her hum,
            Up at Lords,
    Till the bowler bites his thumb,
            Up at Lords,
    How the Middlesex supporters
    Turn vociferous exhorters
    As he jumps on Lockwood's Snorters,
            Up at Lords!

    When Stoddart makes her hum
            Up at Lords,
    And my country cousins come
            Up at Lords
    With their looks as sweet as honey,
    And their exclamations funny,
    I am prodigal of money
            Up at Lords!

    When Stoddart makes her hum
            Up at Lords,
    And the Surrey Skipper's glum
            Up at Lords,
    Oh! all my odds are even,
    And (I hope to be forgiven)
    'Tis a truly Cricket Heaven
            Up at Lords!

1. A Wigging
2. Out
3. Quinquaginta Annos Natus
4. Star-Gazing
5. Buttered

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