Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл)
Buzz Her In
They're running another! Hi, Russell, look sharp!
Buzz her in!
Excuse me, you fellows--a Captain must carp--
Buzz her in!
The fielding's disgusting! when crossing our swords,
Or rather our bats, on the greensward of Lords
You must loose some few of your muscular cords--
Buzz her in!
Let her come like a flash, and remember, shy straight!
Buzz her in!
We don't want a fourer made into an eight--
Buzz her in!
Suppress all the Extras you possibly can,
For often they total far more than a man--
Just think of last year and the short runs they ran!
Buzz her in!
Don't trot by the side of the ball like a dolt,
Buzz her in!
But cram on the pace like a fine Derby colt,
Buzz her in!
Pick her up, dash her in true and fast to the sticks,
And teach the best batsmen to look to their tricks!
The team that can field well the team is that licks--
Buzz her in!
Get in front of the ball if you can--take the hint--
Buzz her in!
But if she flies past you, why--then you must _sprint_!
Buzz her in!
Turn round in an instant; decide in the same
Which wicket to throw at--it may win the game--
Beware of returns that are timidly tame,
Buzz her in!
Any bruise that you gain in the course of your toil,
Buzz her in!
The Matron will rub with St. Jacob his Oil,
Buzz her in!
And the fellows will cheer when you stop a hot drive--
Thronging round the Pavilion like bees near a hive;
And your name in our annals for ever will thrive--
Buzz her in!
If attention be paid to such details as these,
Buzz her in!
Much trembling will visit the Marlborough knees,
Buzz her in!
Let Rugby's Eleven tremendously try
To catch ev'ry catch be it low, hot, or high;
And down with each overthrow, wide ball, or bye--
Buzz her in!
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