RUGBY COMMENTARY

It’s half-past two.  They’re late again,
Expect the ‘Sonians missed their train;
No, here they are.  Let’s give a cheer,
To show that we are sportsmen here.

They’re off!  Young Bald is on the ball,
They’ve got him – No, he’s through them all;
Oh, well run, Liddell!  The ball’s in touch.
(I say, you ass, don’t squirm so much!)

I wish our forward’s weren’t so slow,
I wish our wings would tackle low;
Oh, well played, Wilson!  Did you see
The way he grassed the centre-three?

Young Wilson ought to get his “hat”:
We need more chaps to kick like that.
They’re scrumming in our twenty-five,
Come on there, High School, look alive!

By Jove!  We’ve got the ball at last,
Now, Parkie!  Ass!  He should have passed.
Just look at that!  They’re coming through,
Romanes!  Now it’s up to you!

Offside!  I say where is the ref.?
I do believe the man is deaf.
Offside!  (How hot and dry my throat is!)
He doesn’t take a scrap of notice.

What’s that?  Half-time already?  Phew!
I’m feeling hot and bothered too;
I wish they’d bring the lemons round
To us poor chaps who line the ground.

					IIID.