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When the Doctor pulls up as you pass in the street / You know he will say: / 'Well, Rogers, I hear that you suffered defeat -- / How many to-day? / Not a hundred, I fear; but you always do well, / And doubtless you stuck?' / It is hard to admit that you could not excel / A 'duck.'
For the bowling was easy, the wicket was true, / And had it not been / That you thought the slow trundler was guilty of "screw" / You had driven it clean! / How galling to read in the "Sportsman" next day -- / What horrible luck! -- / 'H. Rogers (the Captain) caught Grinstead, bowled May, / A "duck."