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    More Cricket Songs
    More Cricket Songs
    More Cricket Songs
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    More Cricket Songs

    By Norman Gale

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    DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "More Cricket Songs" by Norman Gale. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateSep 4, 2022
    ISBN8596547210993
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      More Cricket Songs - Norman Gale

      Norman Gale

      More Cricket Songs

      EAN 8596547210993

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      OILING .

      THE GOLDEN GAME.

      THE FEMALE BOY.

      THE DARK BOWLER.

      UNCLE BOB INDIGNANT.

      THE TUTOR'S LAMENT.

      A WIGGING.

      THE TWO KINGS.

      THE APPEAL.

      THE OLYMPIANS.

      THE OLD PROFESSIONAL.

      FIVE YEARS AFTER.

      DOCTOR CRICKET.

      PHILOSOPHY.

      THE ENTHUSIAST.

      CRICKET AND CUPID.

      A BOUNDARY.

      THE COMMENTATOR.

      LUCKY LADS.

      CRICKET IN THE GARDEN.

      THE PRINCE, BATTING.

      THE REASON.

      A LONG GRACE.

      REMEMBER, PLEASE!

      THE FORERUNNERS.

      NET PRACTICE.

      THE CATCH OF THE SEASON.

      OILING.

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      (A Song In and Out of Season.)

      Excuse me, Sweetheart, if I smear,

      With wisdom learnt from ancient teachers,

      Now winter time once more is here,

      This grease upon your lengthy features!

      Behaving thus, your loyal friend

      No whit encourages deception:

      Believe me, Fairest, in the end

      This oil will better your complexion.

      Fairest, believe!

      Did you imagine in the bag

      To sleep the sleep of Rip Van Winkle,

      Removed from sunshine's golden flag

      And duller daylight's smallest twinkle?

      Well have you earned your rest; but yet,

      Although disturbance seem uncivil,

      Unless your cheeks and chin be wet

      With oil, your beauteousness will shrivel.

      Rarest, believe!

      Absorb, that, when for our delight

      The May unpacks its lovely blossom,

      With beaming face, with shoulders bright

      You leave the bag's congenial bosom.

      Then shall the Lover and his Lass

      Walk out toward the pitch together,

      And, glorying in the shaven grass,

      Tackle, with mutual faith, the leather.

      Dearest, absorb!

      THE GOLDEN GAME.

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      If ever there was a Golden Game

      To brace the nerves, to cure repining,

      To put the Dumps to flight and shame,

      It's Cricket when the sun is shining!

      Gentlemen, toss the foolscap by,

      Gentlemen, change from books to leather!

      Breathe your fill of the breeze from the hill,

      Thanking Bliss for the great blue weather.

      If ever there was a bag could beat

      The box possessed by Miss Pandora,

      'Tis that in which there cuddle neat

      The tools to shape the flying Fourer.

      Gentlemen, watch the purple ball!

      Gentlemen, keep your wits in tether!

      Take your joy with the heart of a boy

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