One wicket to fall and a round fifty runs
Waited for still:
As well to imagine that twice twenty tuns
Go to a jill!
O Jones, be contained if you worship your school,
Block her and snick;
But punch her to leg if she's handy; keep cool;
Lay it on thick!
She comes up full pitch now and then, so look out;
Dust her along!
And go like a hare if you notice me shout —
Wait for the song!
Tom Emmett will chaff ev'ry chap in the team —
Jolly old Brick!—
If we funk like young misses of sugar and cream;
Lay it on thick!
Go big at those lobs like a lusty old Jones,
Give it‘ em hot!
They break; get in front with your bundle of bones,
Leg is the spot!
Take guard. Oh, well banged! There's a four to begin,
See, they are sick!
Another! Another! we're going to win —
Lay it on thick!