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Old Bag and Bat, no more together / We take the train to Barnes or Tooting; / No more I'll gallop for the leather, / Nor grumble when the ball keeps shooting: / I've fetched her many a handsome clout / At Rugby, Nottingham, and Dover; / So far Old Time has said 'Not out!' / But one day he will change to 'Over!'
God bless the grilling days of Cricket! / They're gone, but I shall bless them ever, / For good it is to guard a wicket / By sudden wrist and big endeavour. / Don't think I was a lazy lout / Who never worked for days of clover; / I earned my games. Time cries 'Not out!' / But one day he will change to 'Over!'