Lives in Cricket No 42 - Frank and George Mann

51 Mann is going south, lad, His ship is on the way; Fourteen cricketers, all told, To fight South Africay. Bowlers fast, and slow, lad, Batsmen sound and good, With Jupp and Carr and Fender, Sure! They’ll lay on the wood. Chorus Then here’s to South Africa, And here’s to the foe, And here’s to Mann and his merry, merry men, Who’ll never wing back to England again, Till they’ve laid the enemy low. Mann is going south, lad, With Russell, Stevens, Mead, With Woolley bowling slow’uns, And Gilligan for speed. Before our men the wickets fall; The runs shall freely come, For Mann is going southward, lad, To make things fairly hum. Some are going south, lad, Who’ll bag a duck or two, Some will fail to hit the sticks, And let the catches through. But whatsoever be their fate, No matter how they play, With Mann they’ll go, with Mann they’ll fight, With Mann they’ll win the day. A New Captain for England