Cricket 1905

S ept . 21, 1905. CRICKETf A WEEKLY RECORD OF THE GAME. 429 SONG TO CELEBRATE A VICTORY GAINED BY THE ENGLISH OVER THE FRENCH CRICKETERS IN A MATCH PLAYED AT DIEPPE IN THE MONTH OF AUGUST, 1864. N.F. 5. We are indebted to Mr. A. L. Ford, the well-known collector of cricket books, for this song by “ Felix,” the great cricketer of other days. Mr. Ford writes “ I spnd you a copy of a Poem written by Felix in 1865. I obtained it some years ago from a member of the team described. It has never gone beyond the manuscript stage.” Tune : “ Ye Gentlemen of England.” Verse I. Come, Batsmen all, both brave and true, Sit round and list’ to me, While a Game of Cricket I review As play’d across the sea ; And while your list’ning, I do crave, As round the Board we sit, I’ll tell how well you did behave, I’ll tell how well you did behave, I’ll tell how well you did behave, How well you bowl’d and hit. Chorus. While the Bowls of Punch do flow, do. do. do. Verse II. In August, eighteen sixty-four, We all did then agree, To leave the good old English shore, All eager the Foe to see. At Dieppe landed safe and sound, We met with a welcome free; To the Frenchmen’s credit shall redound, To the Frenchmen’s credit shall redound, To the Frenchmen’s credit shall redound, Their gallant chivalry. Chorus. Then the bowls of Punch did flow, do. do. do. Verse III. Unto the ground we soon did go, And pitch’ d our Tents of war; The Frenchmen then did gaily show, Intent on us to floor. But when it came unto the game, ’Twas plain as you could see, That though the Foe had well earn’d Fame That though the Foe had well earn’d Fame That though the Foe had well earn’d Fame, For us was the Victory. Chorus. So the Bowls of Punch may flow, do. do. do. Verse IV. To celebrate the Victory In France as gain’d by us, The sun he rays'd his power, d’ye see, And he Photographed thus. The first is a man we can’t af -Foord In silence to pass by, For in the Match he largely scor’d, For in the Match he largely scor’d, For in the Match he largely scor’d, Being strong ! and quick with his eye. Chorus. Now the Bowls of Punch may flow, do. do. do. Notes. Jim Foord, proprietor of a respectable Hostelry in Brighton, noted as a man of good temper, but being strong and not unsophisti- cally quick with his eye, few men can af-Ford to offend him. Verse V. Next stands a man, a dye-ing man, Though he looks so trim and gay But ’cause he can play as few men can He’s the Professor we say. George Salter though a changing-colour man And oft gives us the Slip Yet keep the wicket well he can, Yet keep the wicket well he can, Yet keep the wicket well he can, Fear never catches him on the hip ! Chorus. So the Bowls of Punch may flow, do. do. do. Notes. ^George Salter, a dyer by trade, and among his companions he enjoys the sobriquet of “ Professor.” Sings a fair song, is good at the Slip, and keeps wicket much above the average. Verse VI. Two Constellations high on view, With splendour shine quite gay, Aquarius pale, though oft sky blue, When seen in the milky high way. What boot these Stars to Steve Cowley ! Who stands with the Ball in hand, What all men say, that same say we, What all men say, that same say we, What all men say, that same say we, Vice ne’er his name did brand ! Chorus. So the Bowls of Punch may flow, do. do. do. Notes. Stephen Cowley, a first-class Dairyman at Brighton, practised cricket rather late in life, but succeeded at once as a bowler. Fond of an innocent practical joke; is good company, and is as clear and just in his dealings as the stars are bright in the skies. Verse VII. Who’ s this we see in a blue Guernsey With arms all pent in the Fold ; He’s a rare good Bat, and ne’er runs he, At the Point so quick and bold. Young William Rigden, son of a sire, Who in breed and size of stock, Stands high in England’s Fame, none higher ! Stands high in England’s Fame, none higher ! Stands high in England’s Fame, none higher ! L o ! one o f his own dear Flock ! Chorus. So the Punch Bowls now may flow do. do. do. Notes. William Rigden, the son of William Rigden, Esqre., of Brighton, a man in high repute for his breed in Stock of all kinds, and carries off many prizes of good value. His son is all we have said, good Bat, good Point, and full of activity. Verse VIII. 1. Salisbury George our good Cover Point A one on his legs is he, Him Friend by the name we must anoint, Though a fast man he may be. 2. Fred Loader now we must not skip For of him we’ve much to say ; With us he plays a good long Slip, With us he plays a good long JSlip, With us he plays a good long Slip, And the Fowler's no foul play. Chorus. Let the Bowls of Punch now flow, do. do. do. Notes. 1. George Salisbury, aman of even temper, so much so, as to gain for himself universal esteem, plays well all round, and is very quick on his legs, thus he has been playfully called a fast man. 2. Frederick Loader the second son of Mr. Loader, Poulterer, of Preston Street, Brighton; good company, sings a good song, capital long slip, and a right cheerful com­ panion throughout the Game. Verse IX. Now this young man so rife for Game, A Gamester not is he, Though Ducks and Brakes oft time defame A wild rake's property. Tho’ he’s fond of a Lark and all that Hare , A steady little man is he, He plays and he sings, so to hope I dare, He plays and he sings, so to hope I dare, Ho plays and he sings, so to hope I dare, We shall hear him presently. Chorus. Now the Bowls of Punch may flow, do. do. do. Verse X. Now to be plane if pleasure adze To tell of John Davey If you saw him play cover point, be Dads ! A top sawyer is he. Sometimes agin the French and France, A deal too hard he’ll rail ; No screw he is, but let him have a chance, No screw he is, but let him have a chance, No screw he is, but let him have a chance, His man’s as dead as a nail. Chorus. So now let the Punch Bowls flow, do. do. do. Notes. John Davey, a carpenter by trade, first- class long leg, and cover point, somewhat