The Cornstalk ladles out his Fours
Or Fivers, as the slog may be.
Oh, how the ring of watchers roars
When Lyons's set and Taking Tea!
But when the hitter shows his paces
I like to note the varied faces —
Shrewsbury's with grief in it,
George Giffen's with relief in it,
When Lyons puts his beef in it
And planks her to the railings!
For Hearne's deliveries are stale,
And Lockwood's lightning does not thrive;
That fielder's anything but pale
Who goes great Gunns to stop the drive!
The Nottingham Express! He chases;
I like to note the varied faces —
Shrewsbury's with grief in it,
George Giffen's with relief in it,
When Lyons puts his beef in it
And planks her to the railings!