Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл)
Up at Lords
When Stoddart makes her hum,
Up at Lords,
Till the bowler bites his thumb,
Up at Lords,
How the Middlesex supporters
Turn vociferous exhorters
As he jumps on Lockwood's Snorters,
Up at Lords!
When Stoddart makes her hum
Up at Lords,
And my country cousins come
Up at Lords
With their looks as sweet as honey,
And their exclamations funny,
I am prodigal of money
Up at Lords!
When Stoddart makes her hum
Up at Lords,
And the Surrey Skipper's glum
Up at Lords,
Oh! all my odds are even,
And (I hope to be forgiven)
'Tis a truly Cricket Heaven
Up at Lords!
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