Nothing comes amiss,
Kicker, Shooter, Yorker,
How the Champion bangs
Lob or cunning Corker!
Let the watchers scold
Johnny Briggs or Mold,
Censure matters not —
Grace is on the Spot!
The Champion's on the Spot again
To stop the Gloucester Rot again,
And bowling goes to Pot again
Before the King of Cricket!
Hornby rubs his head,
Fourer after Fourer!
Now the pace is warm
Even for the Scorer.
This is simply joy —
Lump it in, Old Boy!
Do n't she travel just?
Grace is on the Bust!
The Champion's on the Bust again,
‘ Tis fine to see him Dust again;
Do n't talk to me of rust again,
You grand old King of Cricket!