O, I say, you Joe,  
Throw us the ball!  
I’ve a good mind to go  
And leave you all.  
I never saw such a bowler    
To bowl the ball in a tansy,  
And to clean it with my hankercher  
Without saying a word.  
That Bill’s a foolish fellow;  
He has given me a black eye.  
He does not know how to handle a bat  
Any more than a dog or a cat:  
He has knock’d down the wicket,  
And broke the stumps,  
And runs without shoes to save his pumps.

Songs from ‘An Island in The Moon’

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