Cricket Songs

Grass begins to grow, Winds to be more civil, Rollers press the pitch For to make it level: Thrushes pipe a stave In the budding thicket; Snowdrops point to pads, Crocuses to Cr...

But when Fogson, your rival, makes Four after Four, And Three after Three, And next a grand drive, that adds six to his score, Right over the tree, Bell's eyes with excitement d...