Ofen of you make on some oldt gal's scheek, Oh! dot shnow, dot goot-lookin shnow, Lafein, runnin, mit gwickness go py. Yoost shtobbin a leedle, den pooty gwick fhly; Und efen der togs, dot vas out in der vet, Vood shnab at der bieces vhich makes on dhere hedt. Und so gwick you vas dhere, und der vedder did shnow, Schwimmen, shkimmen, fhlirdin dhey go This imitation will be found complete in Routledge's Medley Dialect Recitations. :0: GOOD-BYE TO THE (CRICKETING) SEASON, (A Fond Farewell, something in the style of Praed, composed at the Oval in October by our Own Old Enthusiast.) GOOD-BYE to the Season !-'Tis over! Pavilions no longer are gay; Bat, bowler, and leal Cricket-lover, Are scattered like M.P.'s away. Walter Read bobs no longer his brown end Gilbert Grace has gone home to dear Downend, Bob Abel is bound for the Cape. For want of a fuller enjoyment, Till Bat, Ball, and Stumps, can come out, Good-bye to the Season!-The weather And stumps have been pitched in a swamp. Good-bye to the Season !-The chances The rascally tricks and rare dances Devised by the demon of doom. The "bad hits " that should have been "beauties," The good ones so palpably "flukes"; The fielders so slack in their duties, The Captains so tart in rebukes; The cocksures who dropped bobs and tanners Good-bye to the Season !-Another Will come with the coming of May; Though the new county boundaries bother, The cry of the boys will be "Play!" Will it come like this terrible "tryer?" Or come very much the reverse? Will its scorings be lower or higher? Will its weather be better or worse? Will it favour the bowler or batter? Will it come with dry turf and clear sky, Or washy and squashy?-No matter:Good-bye to the Season-good-bye! |