Cricket poetry

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1 Poetry
2 Miscellaneous verses
3 Poetry Books
- 3.1 Come Shane
4 See also
5 References

[edit] Poetry

The sport of cricket has inspired much poetry, most of which romanticises the sport.

For instance, Francis Thompson wrote the following poem, At Lord's:

It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,

Though my own red roses there may blow;

It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,

Though the red roses crest the caps, I know.

For the field is full of shades as I near a shadowy coast,

And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost,

And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host

As the run stealers flicker to and fro,

To and fro:

O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago !

It's Glo'ster coming North, the irresistible,

The Shire of the Graces, long ago!

It's Gloucestershire up North, the irrestistable,

And new-risen Lancashire the foe!

A Shire so young that has scarce impressed its traces,

Ah, how shall it stand before all-resistless Graces ?

O, little red rose, their bats are as maces

To beat thee down, this summer long ago !

This day of seventy-eight they are come up north against thee

This day of seventy-eight long ago!

The champion of the centuries, he cometh up against thee,

With his brethren, every one a famous foe!

The long-whiskered Doctor, that laugheth the rules to scorn,

While the bowler, pitched against him, bans the day he was born;

And G.F. with his science makes the fairest length forlorn;

They are come from the West to work thee woe!

It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,

Though my own red roses there may blow;

It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,

Though the red roses crest the caps, I know.

For the field is full of shades as I near a shadowy coast,

And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost,

And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host

As the run stealers flicker to and fro,

To and fro:

O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago !

Not long before his death and long after he had watched Hornby and Barlow bat at Old Trafford, Thompson was invited to watch Lancashire play Middlesex at Lord's. As the day of the match grew closer, Thompson became increasingly nostalgic. At the end, he did not go for the match, but sat at home and wrote At Lord's. The original match in 1878 ended in a draw, with Gloucestershire needing 111 to win with five wickets in hand, Grace 58* [1]

The first stanza of the poem has contributed the titles of at least two books on cricket - GD Martineau's The field is full of shades [2] and Eric Midwinter's history of Lancashire cricket Red roses crest the caps [3]

One of the most famous pieces of nostalgic rose-tinted poems is Vitai Lampada by Sir Henry Newbolt.

Satirical magazine Punch printed the following poem following a particularly slow and boring innings by William Scotton. It mimicked Tennyson's famous Break, break, break

Block, block, block

At the foot of thy wicket, O Scotton!

And I would that my tongue would utter

My boredom. You won't put the pot on!

Oh, nice for the bowler, my boy,

That each ball like a barndoor you play!

Oh, nice for yourself, I suppose,

That you stick at the wicket all day!

And the clock's slow hands go on,

And you still keep up your sticks;

But oh! for the lift of a smiting hand,

And the sound of a swipe for six!

Block, block, block,

At the foot of thy wicket, ah do!

But one hour of Grace or Walter Read

Were worth a week of you!

When Alfred Mynn died in 1861, William Jeffrey Prowse penned a poem in his memoriam. The first six stanzas compare Mynn with his contemporaries and closes with these lines :

With his tall and stately presence, with his nobly moulded form,

His broad hand was ever open, his brave heart was ever warm;

All were proud of him, all loved him. As the changing seasons pass,

As our champion lies a-sleeping underneath the Kentish grass,

Proudly, sadly will we name him - to forget him were a sin.

Lightly lie the turf upon thee, kind and manly Alfred Mynn !

Andrew Lang's cricketing parody of Ralph Waldo Emerson's "Brahma" is memorable:

If the wild bowler thinks he bowls,

Or if the batsman thinks he's bowled,

They know not, poor misguided souls,

They too shall perish unconsoled.

I am the batsman and the bat,

I am the bowler and the ball,

The umpire, the pavilion cat,

The roller, pitch, and stumps, and all.

Roy Harper's song When An Old Cricketer Leaves The Crease (1975) is perhaps the best-known cricket lyric in contemporary popular music:

When an old cricketer leaves the crease, you never know whether he's gone,

If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse, of a twelfth man at silly mid-on.

And it could be Geoff, and it could be John,

With a new ball sting in his tail.

And it could be me, and it could be thee,

And it could be the sting in the ale.........sting in the ale.

(partial)

Roy Harper also penned a poem for English cricketer Graeme Fowler's benefit event. Three Hundred Words.

I remember Pat Tetley,

and romping in grass

- that was tall -

at the back of the cricket field,

trying to catch glimpses

of knickers and ass,

whilst over the fence

the crowd yelled, ooh-ed and roared,

as Ramadhin, Weekes and Frank Worrell all scored...

(partial)

[edit] Miscellaneous verses

[edit] The Surrey Poet on Jack Hobbs

Albert Craig, better known as The Surrey Poet was a popular figure on cricket grounds at the end of the 19th and beginning of the 20th century, hawking his improvised verses to the crowd. Of Jack Hobbs' County Championship debut he wrote:

Joy reigned in the Pavilion,

And gladness 'mongst his clan

While thousands breathed good wishes round the ring;

Admirers dubbed the youngster

As Surrey's coming man;

In Jack Hobbs' play they saw the genuine ring.

'Twas well worth going to see

Illustrious Hayward's smile,

While Razor Smith and Walter Lees

Cheered with the rank and file.

[edit] Victory Calypso

At Lord's in 1950, West Indies defeated England in England for the first time. Egbert Moore, who sang under the pseudonym Lord Beginner, composed the most famous of cricketing calypsos to celebrate the occasion. He was accompanied by Calypso Rhythm Kings, 'supervision' by Denis Preston. It was recorded on the 'Melodisc' (1133) label (MEL 20).

The Victory Calypso also immortalised the spin bowling pair of Sonny Ramadhin and Alf Valentine. The calypso begins thus :

Cricket lovely Cricket,

At Lord's where I saw it;

Cricket lovely Cricket,

At Lord's where I saw it;

Yardley tried his best

But Goddard won the Test.

They gave the crowd plenty fun;

Second Test and West Indies won.

Chorus: With those two little pals of mine

Ramadhin and Valentine.

[edit] Gavaskar Calypso

Lord Relator (born Willard Harris) wrote the 'Gavaskar Calypso' to celebrate Gavaskar's first Test series, in West Indies in 1970-71. This was voted at No. 68 at a 'Calypso of the Century' poll (Victory Calypso didn't feature in the list). [4]

The most famous part of the Gavaskar Calypso is the one that describes how he batted like a wall :

It was Gavaskar

The real master

Just like a wall

We couldn't out Gavaskar at all

Not at all

You know the West Indies couldn't out Gavaskar at all.

[edit] Poetry Books

[edit] Come Shane

A poetic tribute to Shane Warne from a female admirer and how her world changed when "that" ball was delivered.

Come Shane By Victoria Coverdale (Make Jam Press, 2006) ISBN 0980296307

A Breathless Hush

A book of cricket poetry to follow up David Rayvern Allen's book of cricket music 'A Song for Cricket' [1981]: A Breathless Hush: The MCC Anthology of Cricket Verse (Mcc Cricket Library) by Hubert Doggart and David Rayvern Allen [2006]