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If ever there was a Golden Game / To brace the nerves, to cure repining, / To put the Dumps to flight and shame, / It's Cricket when the sun is shining! / Gentlemen, toss the foolscap by, / Gentlemen, change from books to leather! / Breathe your fill of the breeze from the hill, / Thanking Bliss for the great blue weather.
If ever there was a bag could beat / The box possessed by Miss Pandora, / 'Tis that in which there cuddle neat / The tools to shape the flying Fourer. / Gentlemen, watch the purple ball! / Gentlemen, keep your wits in tether! / Take your joy with the heart of a boy / Under the dome of the big blue weather.