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When red-nosed Winter takes the road, / An icicle his walking-stick; / When frost is on the woodman's load, / And snow is falling fast and thick, / Come, lusty youth and sapless eld, / Let's make a circle round the blaze / And talk of stumps, / Of nasty bumps, / That flew and came in sunny days. / For Cricket is played again, again, / At freezing time in Hull or Bath; / When summer's done the game's not gone -- / There's Cricket on the Hearth!
Here's Jones from Rugby, Eton Jack, / And Grandpapa who, long ago, / Loved hitting when the Field was slack, / And crumped the bowling, swift or slow! / No more he's nimble on the green, / But what a history he tells / Of Surrey men, / And hits for ten, / And heaps of most tremendous Swells! / For Cricket is played again, again, / At freezing time in Hull or Bath; / When summer's done the game's not gone -- / There's Cricket on the Hearth!