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One wicket to fall and a round fifty runs Waited for still: As well to imagine that twice twenty tuns Go to a jill! O Jones, be contained if you worship your school, Block her and snick; But punch her to leg if she's handy; keep cool; Lay it on thick!
She comes up full pitch now and then, so look out; Dust her along! And go like a hare if you notice me shout -- Wait for the song! Tom Emmett will chaff ev'ry chap in the team -- Jolly old Brick! -- If we funk like young misses of sugar and cream; Lay it on thick!