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If lightning-like you send her down, / And yet the batsman scores / With here a One and there a Two, / And then a brace of Fours; / If calmly confident he stands, / And makes the leather fly / Past all your slips to dash against / The boundary palings, why -- / Toss him down a slow, you see, / He's sure to have a go, you see; / And ten to one the trick is done / By just a bit of brains, you see!
If round the wicket, medium pace, / Won't make the batsman budge, / Take special note of what he likes, / And all his weakness judge. / Suppose he does the leg-glance well, / Or drives her hot and high, / Or runs to smother each good ball / And pulls the short ones, why -- / Sling him in a grub, you see, / A ripping, wicked grub, you see; / And ten to one the trick is done / By just a pinch of wit, you see!