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1863–1894

IMITATED FROM WORDSWORTH

Robert Fuller Murray

He brought a team from Inversnaid To play our Third Fifteen, A man whom none of us had played And very few had seen.

He weighed not less than eighteen stone, And to a practised eye He seemed as little fit to run As he was fit to fly.

He looked so clumsy and so slow, And made so little fuss; But he got in behind — and oh, The difference to us!

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