Whativvur task yo tackle, lads,
Whativvur job you do,
I’ all yor ways,
I’ all yor days,
Be honest throo an’ thro,
Play cricket.
If claads oppress yo wi’ ther gloom,
An’ t’ sun seems lost to view,
Don’t fret and whine,
Ask t’ sun to shine,
An’ don’t o’ livin rue,
Play cricket.
If you’re i’ debt, don’t growl an’ grunt,
An’ wish’ at others had
T’ same want o’ luck.
But show more pluck,
An’ neer mak others sad,
Play cricket.
If in your days there’s chonce to do
Good deeds, then reit an’ fair,
Don’t hesitate,
An’ wait too late,
An’ say yon dun yor share,
Play cricket.
We’ve all a row to hoe, that’s true,
Let’s do it best we can,
It’s nobbut once
We have the chonce
To play on earth the man,
Play cricket.
(Ben Turner)
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