LAY ON

One wicket to fall and a round fifty runs

Waited for still:

As well to imagine that twice twenty tuns

Go to a jill!

O Jones, be contained if you worship your school,

Block her and snick;

But punch her to leg if she's handy; keep cool;

Lay it on thick!

She comes up full pitch now and then, so look out;

Dust her along!

And go like a hare if you notice me shout —

Wait for the song!

Tom Emmett will chaff ev'ry chap in the team —

Jolly old Brick!—

If we funk like young misses of sugar and cream;

Lay it on thick!

Go big at those lobs like a lusty old Jones,

Give it‘ em hot!

They break; get in front with your bundle of bones,

Leg is the spot!

Take guard. Oh, well banged! There's a four to begin,

See, they are sick!

Another! Another! we're going to win —

Lay it on thick!